It's time to Ramble On

“Leave your name, number, and nightmare at the tone.” { Dean Winchester Indie rp Blog Tracking: adflxctae M!A: None, but accepting! Come and say hi, I don't bite - though Dean makes no such promises. This RPer took the Roleplay Anti-Hate Pledge }

[floweryttale]

I don’t know whether to give you a hug or take a shower.

[spacedannn]

[adflxctae]

"There was a time when I was a hunter. Not a stone cold killer.” x

[cosmokramers-deactivated2018091]

[thestoriesbeyond]

"Do not fear, young Peregrin Took. You will find your courage." (Pippin casting himself into the fire to save his friend’s life.)

[just-benjamin-lafitte]

"I’m gonna rip out your fucking throat with my teeth."

Benny growled at the man, lowering his self-restraint to bare a mouthful of fangs.

"You’d be at a disadvantage there." He snarled.

[just-benjamin-lafitte]

  Benny sighed heavily, scratching at his beard.

"I’m a nestin’ creature, Dean. Wanderin’ around on my own… well, it’s lonely. An’ there’s no place for me in your life with Sam an’ the Angel, I know that. That’s why I looked for my own family. An’ now that’s gone, an’ it was a foolish charade any way you look at it, I don’t belong up here. I can’t belong up here. I can’t work, I can’t settle down anywhere because every time I do, someone dies. I can’t make a new family. At least in purgatory, I felt alive."

[adflxctae]

"What the hell do you mean, there ain't no place in my life for you?"

Dean demanded, fighting the growing urge to close his eyes.

[adflxctae]

"Put the blade down!"

       His tongue darts out to wipe the droplet of blood from his bottom lip, the sting of the vampire’s backhand is still rattling through his jaw.

                              But not for long.

            Not before he could drive the first blade through the attacking vermin’s stomach, like a hot knife through sinewy butter, again and again the blade sunk through ragged and ripped skin and muscle, squelching obscenely.

                 Drenching the hunter in crimson, wreathing him in glory as the vampire who’d tried to get the jump on Benny gargled bloody foam, it’s eyes wide with confusion and fear and Dean’s lips twisted into a sick smile. After a few twitches it lay still, and the words just reach Dean in his euphoric moment of bliss.

                          The kill is still sweet.

           But soon it fades, not enoughto sustain, victory tuns to ash and now all Dean see’s is a mangled corpse and a bloody, sharped jaw bone in his right hand. Still, despite his growing horror he can’t drop the blade for a few minutes, and then it tumbles to the floor with a clatter.

[ just-benjamin-lafitte ]

[just-benjamin-lafitte]

"Dean!" Benny called out sharply, dragging the hunter’s attention back to him. "Don’t go gettin’ all morose. He was a vampire an’ he was after me. However the means, the end result is the right one. Now let’s go already."

[adflxctae]

Benny jerks his mind back to the present, but not all the way from half-formed nightmares. The vampire he killed has long brown hair, shoulder-length. Sam length. He was a similar build to his little brother too.

Dean feels sick. 

[just-benjamin-lafitte]

"I’m gonna rip out your fucking throat with my teeth."

Benny growled at the man, lowering his self-restraint to bare a mouthful of fangs.

"You’d be at a disadvantage there." He snarled.

[just-benjamin-lafitte]

"Goes to show how shot your memory is." He replied. "Fact is, I even asked you to send me back to purgatory. Seein’ as I’m still here, talkin’ to you, you didn’t."

[adflxctae]

He blinks slowly, the surprise shocking him into revealing some emotion.                    

                      "Wha- Why?                                     After all we did to                             get out you wanna go back?" 

[grxceofgod-deactivated20180907]

Special Delivery!

12. A video camera pointed in my muse’s face

The angel jumped back a bit as the device was shoved in his face the moment the door opened. “What..what is that thing?” He asked. “Why are you pointing it at me?” He added, giving the other a confused look.

[grxceofgod-deactivated20180907]

"Oh..well thank you, no one has ever given me a gift before" he, closing the door behind Dean before turning the camera on and pressing the record button. He held it up to Dean and smiled softly. "Is there a certain thing I’m meant to record?"

[adflxctae]

                         "Wha- Oh."

He spots the little blinking red light and grins a lop-sided smirk.

                               "Nah. What ever you feel like, Sammy." 

[adflxctae]

"Put the blade down!"

       His tongue darts out to wipe the droplet of blood from his bottom lip, the sting of the vampire’s backhand is still rattling through his jaw.

                              But not for long.

            Not before he could drive the first blade through the attacking vermin’s stomach, like a hot knife through sinewy butter, again and again the blade sunk through ragged and ripped skin and muscle, squelching obscenely.

                 Drenching the hunter in crimson, wreathing him in glory as the vampire who’d tried to get the jump on Benny gargled bloody foam, it’s eyes wide with confusion and fear and Dean’s lips twisted into a sick smile. After a few twitches it lay still, and the words just reach Dean in his euphoric moment of bliss.

                          The kill is still sweet.

           But soon it fades, not enoughto sustain, victory tuns to ash and now all Dean see’s is a mangled corpse and a bloody, sharped jaw bone in his right hand. Still, despite his growing horror he can’t drop the blade for a few minutes, and then it tumbles to the floor with a clatter.

[ just-benjamin-lafitte ]

[just-benjamin-lafitte]

Benny waited until his leg was free before slowly climbing to his feet and stretching out, checking for any fractured bones and bruises.

[adflxctae]

Using the wall as leverage, the hunter pulls himself upright on unsteady feet , but manages to stay on two feet this time. There's a dull ache in his joints but Dean ignores it.

       He makes it a few steps before the toe of his boot catches something and sends him stumbling forward a little. As he turns, Dean sees what it was he fell over. The mangled corpse stares up at him, eyes glazed over in a frothy white,                       and he stares back. 

[just-benjamin-lafitte]

"I’m gonna rip out your fucking throat with my teeth."

Benny growled at the man, lowering his self-restraint to bare a mouthful of fangs.

"You’d be at a disadvantage there." He snarled.

[just-benjamin-lafitte]

Benny sighed, tapping the wheel gently with his hands as he didn’t have a destination in mind.

"Pretty selective hearin’, you’ve got there." He murmured. "I said I asked for it."

[adflxctae]

                       "Pretty sure you didn'."

Dean replied bluntly, voice almost void of emotion. He beat his friend, the familiar sting across his knuckles tells him as much.

       Guilt swells in him and the hunter stares a head silently cursing himself.

[adflxctae]

"Put the blade down!"

       His tongue darts out to wipe the droplet of blood from his bottom lip, the sting of the vampire’s backhand is still rattling through his jaw.

                              But not for long.

            Not before he could drive the first blade through the attacking vermin’s stomach, like a hot knife through sinewy butter, again and again the blade sunk through ragged and ripped skin and muscle, squelching obscenely.

                 Drenching the hunter in crimson, wreathing him in glory as the vampire who’d tried to get the jump on Benny gargled bloody foam, it’s eyes wide with confusion and fear and Dean’s lips twisted into a sick smile. After a few twitches it lay still, and the words just reach Dean in his euphoric moment of bliss.

                          The kill is still sweet.

           But soon it fades, not enoughto sustain, victory tuns to ash and now all Dean see’s is a mangled corpse and a bloody, sharped jaw bone in his right hand. Still, despite his growing horror he can’t drop the blade for a few minutes, and then it tumbles to the floor with a clatter.

[ just-benjamin-lafitte ]

[just-benjamin-lafitte]

"Easy, brother. Just take it easy." He murmured, continuing his gentle ministrations. "We both need to get out of here fast. Before vampy’s friends come lookin’ for him."

[adflxctae]

      He hears the words this time, but want's to pretend he doesn't. The cool muscle beneath him is more soothing than the floor.

         Before long Dean realised he was shaking like a drug addicted deprived of his fix, and tries to stop. His body betray's him and a shudder pulls through his muscles as he attempts to push himself to his knees. 

[coccinoregina-archive-deactivat]

"Don't you ever tame your demons- always keep 'em on a leash"

&. adflxctae ;; meme

the statement almost made her keel over into a laughing fit. demons to be tamed, impossible. if you give ademon what they want most, they do what you want.          with loyalty comes a reward.

"oh, they behave just fine for me, lover.   do you have a problem with their destruction ?  i’m afraid that won’t be stopping anytime soon.” 

[adflxctae]

                    A curl of lips twists the new demons face into a mocking smile, and he tilts his head just so, taking in the red-haired knight with hungry eyes. Hungry for blood. Revenge, and possibly a little fun.

             The first blade dangles in his hand, gore dripping from it's jagged edge, pooling next to his foot. Oh, yes, so much fun.

                                         "Just not so challengin' is all,                                                                                         not like you."

[just-benjamin-lafitte]

"I’m gonna rip out your fucking throat with my teeth."

Benny growled at the man, lowering his self-restraint to bare a mouthful of fangs.

"You’d be at a disadvantage there." He snarled.

[just-benjamin-lafitte]

He shook his head. “Nothin’ I didn’t ask for. But look at me, I ain’t hurt.”

[adflxctae]

The hunter looks slightly mortified and pushes himself against the door of the car, shoulders dropping in disgust.

Everything he holds close is always ripped away.

Everything that loves him he makes suffer. Long ago Dean came to believe he was cursed, now he realises.                                                            He is the curse.

[adflxctae]

"Put the blade down!"

       His tongue darts out to wipe the droplet of blood from his bottom lip, the sting of the vampire’s backhand is still rattling through his jaw.

                              But not for long.

            Not before he could drive the first blade through the attacking vermin’s stomach, like a hot knife through sinewy butter, again and again the blade sunk through ragged and ripped skin and muscle, squelching obscenely.

                 Drenching the hunter in crimson, wreathing him in glory as the vampire who’d tried to get the jump on Benny gargled bloody foam, it’s eyes wide with confusion and fear and Dean’s lips twisted into a sick smile. After a few twitches it lay still, and the words just reach Dean in his euphoric moment of bliss.

                          The kill is still sweet.

           But soon it fades, not enoughto sustain, victory tuns to ash and now all Dean see’s is a mangled corpse and a bloody, sharped jaw bone in his right hand. Still, despite his growing horror he can’t drop the blade for a few minutes, and then it tumbles to the floor with a clatter.

[ just-benjamin-lafitte ]

[adflxctae]

Dean made his way to Benny,

it was slow work. And painful. By the time he had half-crawled to the vampire he felt like passing out. Or vomiting.

               Possibly both.

Unable to keep himself upright he collapsed, head resting on Benny’s thigh with his hands in fists.

[just-benjamin-lafitte]

Benny’s fingers found their way onto Dean’s head, running through the short hair and gently rubbing his scalp. 

“Que vais-je à faire avec vous ?” He murmured softly.

[adflxctae]

The gentle touches relax him slightly, but do little for the nausea that has sunk its talons onto his stomach.

Every so often the urge to find the blade spikes, and along with it a vicious burn in his gut. He hears Benny speak, but the words are fuzzy and disjointed and Dean’s pretty sure he’s not speaking English.

A low groan bubbled up his sore throat and the hunter pressed closer the the hand in his hair.

[just-benjamin-lafitte]

"I’m gonna rip out your fucking throat with my teeth."

Benny growled at the man, lowering his self-restraint to bare a mouthful of fangs.

"You’d be at a disadvantage there." He snarled.

[just-benjamin-lafitte]

Benny climbed into the driver’s seat, starting the engine to warm up the car.

"You got a little angry, we exchanged words.We made up. You invited me back to your place and then you seemed to go a little spaced out on me."

[adflxctae]

Dean groaned and massaged his forehead, fighting of the impending headache.

                 "I..."

He took a deep, steadying breath.

                     "I didn't hurt anyone did I?"

[adflxctae]

"Put the blade down!"

       His tongue darts out to wipe the droplet of blood from his bottom lip, the sting of the vampire’s backhand is still rattling through his jaw.

                              But not for long.

            Not before he could drive the first blade through the attacking vermin’s stomach, like a hot knife through sinewy butter, again and again the blade sunk through ragged and ripped skin and muscle, squelching obscenely.

                 Drenching the hunter in crimson, wreathing him in glory as the vampire who’d tried to get the jump on Benny gargled bloody foam, it’s eyes wide with confusion and fear and Dean’s lips twisted into a sick smile. After a few twitches it lay still, and the words just reach Dean in his euphoric moment of bliss.

                          The kill is still sweet.

           But soon it fades, not enoughto sustain, victory tuns to ash and now all Dean see’s is a mangled corpse and a bloody, sharped jaw bone in his right hand. Still, despite his growing horror he can’t drop the blade for a few minutes, and then it tumbles to the floor with a clatter.

[ just-benjamin-lafitte ]

[just-benjamin-lafitte]

"Be much simpler if you  were’a vamp." He told the man, feeling bad for intruding on this moment of vulnerability. "There’s nothin’ I can give you that will take away the pain."

[adflxctae]

Dean made his way to Benny, it was slow work. And painful. By the time he had half-crawled to the vampire he felt like passing out. Or vomiting.

               Possibly both.

Unable to keep himself upright he collapsed, head resting on Benny's thigh with his hands in fists.

[just-benjamin-lafitte]

"I’m gonna rip out your fucking throat with my teeth."

Benny growled at the man, lowering his self-restraint to bare a mouthful of fangs.

"You’d be at a disadvantage there." He snarled.

[just-benjamin-lafitte]

Benny reached into his back pocket, pulling out the keys and closing them in his fist. He then lifted the man over his shoulder so that he could carry him quickly back to his car. He unlocked the passenger door and set the man down on his feet before carefully easing him into the seat.

[adflxctae]

        Dean figures he passed out on the way, he sees the world in flickers, most of it seeing the ground moving beneath him before his body goes limp.

Then he's in the impala, his beloved car, his home and things begin to solidify. Everything in fact, apart from the past few minutes that are oddly blank.

                  "What....what happened?"

He asked, voice hoarse.