Dylan McCreery

Twenty Five Class of '10 Owner of McCreery's Garage Werewolf Salazar Pack

[lua-harvelle-hih]

Lua was trailing behind Dylan and the customer like a helpless puppy, pretending to know all sorts of things about vehicles and giving less than helpful commentary throughout the inspection. "We're gonna have to grease it up. Grease it all up," she told the poor customer sympathetically, deciding to also follow them to the door where Dylan offered to drive them home. "Oh. Right. Fuck me I guess. I'll just stay here and watch this rust expand. With zero grease."

[d-ylanmccreery]

Lua didn't even have to say anything, just her presence as she followed them around had Dylan fighting laughter. When she spoke about greasing up the car, he almost lost it entirely. "Don't worry, she knows her way around a grease can." Shockingly, the customer turned down the drive home, and Dylan could only hope they made it back safely. His laugh finally erupted from him as he turned back to his friend. "Grease it all up?"

[robbie-wilson-hih]

"So, let me get this straight," Robbie clasped his hands together, narrowing his eyes, "you're telling me that not using Yar Yar Blinks, has somehow ruined Yar Yar Blinks? Outrageous." He blew his mum's Yaris a kiss before leaving it behind as they approached the door. "Nah, you're good. I'll just, y'know, fly."

[d-ylanmccreery]

Dylan opened his mouth to comment on the name Robbie had given his car, but stopped himself at the last second. "Yes, Rob, that is what I'm telling you." He couldn't stop himself from laughing a little, "There's cracked gaskets, your battery is deceased. There is rust in your engine. Rust." At his casual statement, Dylan made a sturgeon face. "Fair enough. Hey, you ever flown into the dome? Or do you have like... a navigational sixth sense as a bird?"

[jakehowells]

Jake waited until Dylan finished up with his customer, fighting off a smile as he offered them a ride. Dylan McCreery... always the knight in shining armour. He was a hard dude to hate even if you wanted to. They parted ways before Jake made his way over. "Hey man, how's fighting the good fight going?" he asked, gesturing to the garage.

[d-ylanmccreery]

If you had told Dylan three years ago that he would be grinning at the appearance of Jake Howell, he wouldn't have believed you, and yet here he was, grinning like an idiot at his pack mate. Dylan had taken to the werewolf life better than most, and a large part of that was down to this guy right here. Almost overnight, his pack had become everything to him. "Just taking it one blown head gasket at a time." He used an old rag to wipe the oil from his hands and walked over to Jake. "Any news?" It had become a habit to ask about John, even though there had been nothing about their Alpha for months.

[doctorrebelprincess]

Andy was chewing on her thumb nail nervously as Dylan looked down at the engine. It was gonna be bad news. Damn. She followed Dylan to the front, bidding farewell to Old Reliable in her head. She had gotten her here from Seattle almost 4 years ago, the old gal had done enough. "Thanks a lot Dylan, I appreciate it. It's a minor miracle that she's still kickin' to be honest. Are you sure?" Dylan was a sweetheart, of course he was sure. "I mean, yeah. If you're good with it, let's roll."

[d-ylanmccreery]

"Oh, don't say that. She's still got a few good years left." Dylan patted the hood affectionately, "And hey, if she doesn't, maybe I can look into hiring a witch mechanic. Surely there's a spell for reviving old cars." He grinned at her, wiping his hands on an old rag and tilting his head to indicate she should follow. His pickup was sitting at the sidewalk and he wasted no time opening the door for her. "Just home or are you headed to the hospital?"

[gcldenclaws]

Harry was in the back when Dylan was briefing their customer. Getting this job at McCreery's had helped him in a lot of ways. Having something to do with his hands kept him busy and focused. It kept him going. Harry could hear Dylan offer to give them a ride home, a small smile tugging onto his lips. Dylan was a good guy. When the customer politely declined, he made his way out front. Having looked down at the car's popped hood, Harry let out a low whistle. "I'm no expert but that does not look good. Are we in for a late night?"

[d-ylanmccreery]

Dylan waved to the customer as they left, hoping that they would make it inside before curfew hit. He could sense that they weren't human, so maybe they would be okay staying out late, but he still worried. Hearing Harry's observations, Dylan couldn't help but grin. "Careful. You almost sound like you want to do overtime." After losing his dad, it didn't take long for him to realise that he was going to need someone else to help out around here, and Harry had honestly been a blessing. "Up to you. You wanting to stay late or start early?"

[alison-halliday]

Alison sighed as she was given the verdict. She had been hoping it had just been a simple battery issue, but given the age of her car (heck, it had been old when the Founders Festival had happened) it wasn't a surprise that it needed actual repairs. "I trust your judgement, Dylan. And a ride would be fabulous. You sure you don't mind?"

[d-ylanmccreery]

"Make sure you add that to your Google review when we get out of this dome." When they got out- Dylan was nothing if not positive. Everything would work out the way it was meant to, so long as they kept fighting and looked out for each other; he had to believe that. "It's no trouble at all. Come on, my pickup's round front." He led her round and opened the passenger side door. "Just home, or are you heading somewhere else?" A lot of people were living with friends these days, so he wasn't as sure of everyone's locations anymore.

[d-ylanmccreery]

Dylan looked down at the engine of the car and sighed, "Sorry, I'm going to have to keep it in for a few days. You definitely shouldn't be driving it in this condition." Closing the hood, he walked the customer to the front door of McCreery's Garage. It still didn't feel right that this place now belonged to him. "Listen, it's getting pretty close to curfew. Can I drive you home?"

@havensdalestarters

[d-ylanmccreery]

𝒟𝓎𝓁𝒶𝓃 𝑀𝒸𝒞𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓇𝓎

Pronouns: He/Him Birthday: 7th February 1992 (25) Species: Werewolf - Sparks pack Alliance: Good - Resistance Occupation: Owner of ‘McCreery’s Garage’ Location: Inside the dome

So What Happened?

Dylan McCreery was just minding his own business on the rainy night that Elena Montgomery showed up on his doorstep. It definitely wasn’t how he saw the evening going, but he couldn’t just leave her out on the doorstep. Elena confessed she was still in love with him and ah, it was sweet and all, but Dylan had moved on a long time ago. The only person in Dylan’s heart is Alice Wilson.

So, listen... Dylan knew nothing, okay? He could not be less in the know! He was just living life as the local mechanic, daydreaming about his future with love of his life, Alice. If weird things happened, he shrugged it off and just went with the flow, accepting whatever cover story was thrown Havensdale’s way. He was just living, being happy, you know?

But the morning after the prom, things got a little too weird, a little too hard to explain. Leo and Effy were in a car accident... in the middle of the frickin’ forest! If there’s one thing Dylan knows, it’s cars and something about that cover story just did not add up. Plus, everyone was being so strange about it if you asked the right questions.

Dylan wouldn’t have to wonder long about all the strange things happening in Havensdale. Founders Festival came along and it was like, boom! Light bulb-- That’s what has been going on. This was a Twilight Zone town. A supernatural hot bed. And what’s more? He finally realised that all the things he’d ignored or written off about Alice, made sense now. Alice wasn’t human...she was a werewolf. God, it was all just suddenly so obvious!

It didn’t take long living under the dome for Dylan to realise that he had to do something. He wanted to be able to help protect his family- his loved ones- and he didn’t want to be the human weakness for Alice. He didn’t want to be ‘collateral damage’. Dylan wanted Alice to turn him into a werewolf--- he loved her, he wanted to be with her forever. He had an engagement ring ready and waiting! ‘If you’re a bird, I’m a bird’ -- Dylan McCreery was all in. And Alice said no.

As things became worse and worse in Havensdale, Dylan lost patience. Behind Alice’s back, he approached Jake Howell and asked him the same question. Dylan then told Alice that if she didn’t turn him, he’d find someone who would-- Jake had already agreed to it. Alice didn’t want him to be a monster, like her. But she did it. And she was furious for it.

After that, things were tense, to say the least. Dylan survived and turned into a werewolf, but he and Alice were barely speaking. It was devastating, but he knew in his heart of hearts, it was for the best. Dylan and Alice were both taken in by the Sparks Pack, living in their larger than life house and assisting the #Resistance however they could. The pack taught Dylan everything he needed to know about being a werewolf.

Slowly, slowly, slowly... Alice came around, mostly. Dylan has been trying to help her see that they are not monsters, they’re just different. They’re still the same people they’ve always been-- just with claws, sometimes. Dylan is trying to teach her how to love herself. They’re making it work, you know? They’re getting there. Dylan is just... fixin’ cars and fixin’ hearts.

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