Dean Winchestur RP

[jamie-schroeder]

I want the H *Dean*

Send me a “I want the H” and I will randomly generate a number!                     2. Sleepy hug

A soft grunt at the other moving, and Jamie was curling around the male’s arm in protest at him moving. A cuddle turned into naptime, and Dean moving about was not about to let the warmth leave the covers. Dean was a sauna and it was heavenly.

[deanaeternus]

Though he hadn’t meant for the impromptu cuddle to turn to sleep, when the little shifter dozed off, Dean had no way of passing the time but to sleep too. When he woke slightly he moved but Jamie curled tighter. Dean thought he might actually die of being too hot, but how could he disturb the sleepy Jammy? Instead he sighed and settled down with a resigned sigh.

[deanaeternus]

Hunt

The hunter stepped into Fangtasia, feeling like his skin was crawling. This many vamps around, open about it and all, it gave him the creeps. Dean shoved his hands deeper in the pockets of his brown leather jacket. Everywhere he looked there seemed to be people, ‘fangbangers’, draping themselves over the undead and baring their necks. 

Dean made his way to the bar and eyed the blonde bartender. He wanted a beer but he also didn’t think he’d trust anything that was being sold here. He had to keep in mind that he wasn’t after all of these vampires- just one in particular. With that in mind, he pulled out a sketch. “Excuse me, do you know this vampire?”

sheriff-of-area-five

[deanaeternus]

Trembling fingers pulled another warm tender strip away from the bone, swallowing hard as he raised the dripping piece to his lips to chew. Every mouthful was making him feel sick, but he felt worse when he stopped eating. Sixteen years. Sixteen years and not once had he ever hurt a human. Never KILLED a human. But he was just so ... Hungry. One moment, he was asking the lady to walk him home and he was blinking, and she was broken at his feet with his hands dripping red. He'd cracked.

Not really on the hunt, Dean was heading to his motel room with a six pack of beers in the backseat when the headlights flashed on something he knew all too well. Blood. He slowed and pulled to the side, getting out and locking the door. He went around a corner of an alley slowly, hearing wet chewing noises that had him reaching for his gun. What he saw made him stop.No. No. Jamie, small albino shifter, was crouching and peeling squishy flesh from white bone and shoving it in his mouth. “Jamie, no.” the hunter sounded anguished as well he might. Despite the creature’s nature, he had grown fond of the childlike Jammy and believed that he could resist his need for human meat. His gun was unerringly pointed at Jamie.

[jamie-schroeder]

“NOTHING made me do it!” He hissed back at Dean pushing off from the door and storming back and forth in the holding cell. “I was walking home from work, I was thinking about what bus I would need to catch tomorrow, and then the next moment I know I am kneeling beside a body and you are tackling me. If it wasn’t for the fact my hands and mouth were bloodied I would never have EVER guessed I would do this!” He said, fingers tugging at his hair.

“You know me, Dean. You KNOW that I would never hurt anyone, ever, unless I was in danger of dying” he said, looking up. “You know I didn’t do this on purpose. You know I would… I would never kill someone…”

[deanaeternus]

Dean started to get angry in return. “So tell me you were dying! Tell me you felt weak and ill and you killed her to survive! You can’t believe you did this and I don’t want to believe you did this but you did and you can’t even explain why. If you did it once you can do it again! You blacked out and came to a murderer, Jamie. I let you out, you feel fine, you go to work, and the next night you could be kneeling by another body. You can’t tell me that isn’t true!” He shoved a hand through his hair in frustration. If Jamie had been dying and self preservation had kicked in, if he had been temporarily possessed, anything that could be explained and meant it wouldn’t happen again. “I don’t want this. I want to let you out. To be honest, it scares me more that you didn’t do it on purpose than if you had because if you had at least it would mean you were in control.” He nearly growled the last part.

[jamie-schroeder]

Dean was right.

What if he was let go? He went to work or anywhere in public and next thing he knew he was either being shot where he stood or waking up behind bars. While an unconventional method of being down in a bolt hole bunker, it was better than simply letting him walk around less he snap again.

“… Maybe its a shapeshifter thing?” he asked, looking up at the slats again. “You said to me a while ago all the shifters you have faced were carnavores, right? I dont eat meat cause I dont want to be lumped with them. Maybe my body deeme that I would not willingly eat what it needed so it went into autopilot to bypass the brain and my concious?” He offered. “And now that I have eaten meat, it shouldn’t happen again… right?”

[deanaeternus]

There was a moment of silence as Dean considered what the shapeshifter was saying. He had to admit that Jamie had a point. Was that true? He had gotten meat so now it wouldn’t happen again? But for how long? “For how long? I’m not saying your idea is wrong, in fact it may be exactly what happened. So if it was because you don’t eat meat, how long til your body takes over again?”

Dean paced, thinking. Turning back, Dean went to stand in front of the opening again. “Maybe you need meat. What about bodies that are already dead? Would animal meat make your need for human greater?” He was trying to think of solutions. 

[tome-of-the-beasts-deactivated2]

Winchester and Drachen

A blast of sauna like heat hit the hunter as they rounded the tunnel leading to the maw of the cave, glowing veins of magma coursing through the walls and ground, steam rising from the condensation dripping from the roof of the great cavern.

The walls of the cave were littered with mountains of gold, colourful gemstones of countless shades and many more shiny objects from goblets to trinkets that made the ‘nest’, and then something the opposite colour of the gold partially buried beneath the coins.  Coiled in his hoard at the furthest side of the ocean of treasure, one could almost have mistaken the creature as a giant series of rubble at first glance.

Scales the size of dinner plates covered its hide in an armour of black, claws like scythes and two great molten pools of red watching the male walk around his hoard, his home.

This human would not escape lightly…

deanaeternus

[deanaeternus]

The cave was amazing. It was hot and there was gold everywhere. Dean wasn’t naturally a greedy person in some ways. He wasn’t huge on materialism. He didn’t need gold or belongings. He’d grown up with a duffle bag and that was still plenty for him. His greed was in lust, usually to keep him from feeling alone. But this- this was amazing. Gold coins were scattered along the walls, even in the walls. Sculptures of gold were everywhere and even ordinary items like cups were crusted with jewels of shining colours.

He’d been told that a dragon was stealing children to eat and come with the angel blade to fight it. He felt ridiculous. How big were dragons anyway? How hard were their scales? Why did it eat children? Because they were virgins? Dean remembered stories of virgins staked out for dragons to eat. They were usually nubile young women dressed in white as sacrifices. He gripped the blade as he rounded another corner and the ground gave way. 

Or at least that’s what it felt like. The gold under his feet slid like a rock slide and he landed on his ass, skidding down the mountain of coins and jewels. When it stopped he froze, terrified the dragon had been wakened. He stood, putting his hand on a black column for balance. And then paused at the warmth it was emanating. Dean looked up, realising the column was the dragon’s leg

[tome-of-the-beasts-deactivated2]

Muscles bunched and ready beneath his gold and he was ready to strike forwards when his quarry was moving, gold giving way like quicksand for Dean to suddenly go tumbling and sliding down the sea of coins to skid to a stop against his arm, even using it to stand.

The sound that filled the cavern was like a rumble of machinery as lips pulled back from the curved fangs in a slow growing snarl, flames licking between the teeth and within the nostrils. Dean was quite lucky he was fast on his feet as the head snapped forwards like a striking snake, jaws agape and huffing out a mouthful of coins when he came up empty handed.

Coins shifting and rolling as the ebony behemoth pushed itself to its feet, head lowered for tongue to flick like a giant legged snake and Alek was shaking coins from his wings as he began to move. Alek was unsure what kind of weapon the human had in his hands, but it was shiny and he could pick his teeth with it after he was done eating the little hunter.

“Where are you, Little One?” came the near sandpaper rasp as the reptile began to move, practically slithering through his hoard with practised ease. “Come out, come out, where EVER you are~?”

[deanaeternus]

Running like a hound of Hell was after him (and boy did he hate those things), Dean could feel just how close the snapping teeth came to him. He ducked and slid and rolled his way to a hiding place. The voice was rough and deep and sent a visceral terror through the usually brave hunter’s spine. Dean didn’t back down from much, certainly not demons, but this was an actual dragon. For some reason he hadn’t expected it to be so big. And could the angel blade pierce scales?

“How about no?” Dean yelled, even as he ran for a new hiding spot. He was sweating now, foot tripping on a goblet and twisting his ankle when the coins failed to provide somewhere solid to stand leaving him to slide more. He was getting turned around with no idea how to get out of the massive cavern and an aching ankle. Finally he took a deep breath and moved into the open with the dagger pointed forward. “I’ve come to gank you, you child eating monste-” He ducked and ran again, swearing as his ankle threatened to give out but really not wanting to be eaten.

There was no knowing how far down this thing went and he suddenly realised he could be lost in there for a long time.

[tome-of-the-beasts-deactivated2]

The skittering coins did nothing to hinder the ebony beast, too much weight and four limbs and a tail to balance his center of gravity and Alek had no problems with moving across coins. It would be rather undignified for something as large as he to slip on something as small as a series of coins. Ice, on the other hand, happened quite often.

A yell and the creature was changing course, the head lowered and forked tongue flicking at the place the human had been but now he had a scent trail and he was following the smell more leisurely, claws scraping the stone floor now and then to sharpen for the kill as he began to close in.

“What are you going to do, little knight? Pick my teeth with your dagger?” It was a quick little fellow, that much he could tell. Three attempts to strike and bite him had all missed. Best to cut him off now. Head reared back and breastplate line scales glowing, and his jaws were parting to unleash the torrent of fire cutting the human off from the smaller cavern with white hot stone and molten red wall. If he tried to get into places Alek could not reach, Dean would find himself burning alive on the stone. Keep him in the main cavern where he could be caught.

[deanaeternus]

Fire seemed to pour ahead of where Dean was crouching and he stared aghast. No, no he definitely wouldn’t be going there. He bolstered his spirits as best he could, he needed to tackle the beast. Maybe he could run under it’s jaw and stab upwards. He bet the under jaw was soft. His dagger could pierce it. “You aren’t going to live out the night. You need to leave the children alone!”

He assumed the children were eaten since they had vanished. He moved again, feeling the heat from the molten walls and cringing instinctually away. He suddenly ran straight for the dragon, brandishing the blade and screaming- no reason in particular, it just seemed the done thing- as he dodged and slammed his blade up. It missed by an inch as his balance went, sending him sliding along under the belly.

“Aieeee!” He shrieked, winding up wrapped around one of the dragon’s back leg claws. This was pretty bad. Maybe the dragon couldn’t get him here. He clung for all he was worth.

[just-let-me-make-my-suits]

There had been word going around about a sorcerer selling potions and the like. It was where Dean was passing through and he decided to check it out. It may just be a kid or fake selling snake oil to idiots, but if it was an actual witch or something he needed to deal with it. Normal people shouldn't be messing with magic. He tracked down the address from someone who had been a customer and got there with his gun and dagger, knocking and ready for anything.

Ghastly Bespoke had shut up Bespoke Tailors for the day to work on a few last minute orders for a suit commision that someone had paid rather handsomely to have it ready to go buy morning;The nano-fiber weave stronger than three layers of kevlar despite being fabric thin would be capable of stopping both bullets and knives, even getting hit by a grenade would not so much as wrinkle the suit. The person inside might not fare so well.

So, when he heard the knock and looked up to see the figure tapping on the door, he set the pins down atop the nearly completed suit jacket before heading over to the door to flick the lock back and open the door.

“I am terribly sorry, but we are shut for the day. I am not taking suit orders till 8am, you can come back in the morning if you like” Ghastly said, offering a sympathetic smile. Six foot four, built like a boxer, and symmetrical scars running from beneath his eyebrow over the top of his skull and down into his shirt hem. What had he been mauled by? A blender??

deanaeternus

[deanaeternus]

Something about this was feeling off. Dean had finely honed senses and right now alarm bells were ringing. Maybe he was right about this place, maybe he wasn’t. The point was that everything was feeling hinky. He considered fighting the guy but considering he was built like a giant brick it wouldn’t be the best choice Dean had ever made. 

“Sure, yeah. I’ve had a lot of people try to sell me leprechaun coins, swearing up and down they’ll bring me good luck. Knew a rabbit foot like that once.” He joked casually. “I guess I got the wrong address. I wrote it down but didn’t check it.” Dean grinned, hoping he could leave and come back when he was more prepared. He wished Sammy had come with him but maybe he could call him and get some advice. 

“Look, I’m sorry. You were all set to leave for the night and now you’re stuck talking to some random guy about magic. I’ll let you go home and maybe if I have more questions I can come back? Or even get a suit-” he looked around. “I’ve only got one suit.” He commented. He meandered past the suits, hoping to get to the door.

[just-let-me-make-my-suits]

“This is Ireland. Of course you are going to get vendors sell you coins and rabbit feet, if you didn’t I would be rather surprised. Its the so called ‘Magic Capital’ of the world thanks to legends of Nessie, Selkies and Kelpie horses. I think its just a legend so farmers dont have to worry about people stealing their horses” He smiled, scars bunching at his temples and brow.

If this man did come back, Ghastly would be ready. Maybe knock him out and bring him to Geoffery to wipe his mind. Couldn’t have mortals dabbling about in their world less they bring it crumbling down like their own world.

“By all means, you are most welcome to come back” Ghastly smiled, letting him make his way to the door slowly, following here and there when he passed a suit to point out key features and styles that would suit the hunter.

[deanaeternus]

Dean didn’t trust the guy at all. In fact his danger radar was telling him that when he came back he better have a bigger gun. Or something. Anything. He felt most definitely threatened which was an incredibly odd feeling considering the guy had been perfectly polite to him. 

“I’m not really into Nessie but I would hate to find out I’d slept with a seal.” He only knew about selkies because Sam had explained them of course. His mind was still boggled by that one. “I guarantee I’m not interested in anyone’s horses, just in making sure that no one gets taken in by fake ‘dark magic’.” He said lightly. He nodded at the suits they passed, pausing by one. “That’s a good suit. I’ll have to keep that in mind. Thanks for all your help.” He smiled and stepped outside.

Of course Dean would return. This guy knew exactly what he was talking about and he had no intention of letting this guy get away with selling humans dangerous magical items and spells. But for now he beat a strategic retreat.

[just-let-me-make-my-suits]

“I look forwards to making you a suit should you return, Sir” Ghastly said with a dip of his head in farewell, watching the odd little American leave. 

Funnily enough, the only ‘magical items’ that Bespoke sold were clothes. Be they three piece suits, vests, gowns, or even coats, Ghastly would cater for his customers wishes. Nothing else magical aside old family trinkets in the attic above the shop in the more house like area of the shop. Regardless, he was alerting the council onto this fellow. He looked … like trouble.

Shop closed for the day so to speak while Ghastly worked on the last few orders due that week, his foot tapping the pedal of the sewing machine while he worked garments under the needle and he was aware of the door beeping as the American returned.  “You do realise that Bespoke Tailors is not a restaurant” Ghastly said as he returned his attention to the sewing machine, “We do actually shut and while the door is unlocked, we are closed.”

[deanaeternus]

A coat that had been given as a present to someone had shrunk around the man until it crushed him to death. Coats weren’t supposed to do that. Ergo, it was a magical coat. No surprise the authorities were stumped how it could have happened, not blaming the coat for it at all. Dean knew better however, and had found out the coat was from the shop. He had known it was hinky. 

This time he was prepared, he had his gun, a dagger, holy water, and was ready to kick giant ass. He ignored the closed sign and stepped inside, locating the tailor who admonished him for entering. “This can’t wait. Your coat killed a guy so maybe you wanna be honest with me now.” He pulled out his gun, leveling it at Ghastly.

[tome-of-the-beasts-deactivated2]

Winchester and Drachen

A blast of sauna like heat hit the hunter as they rounded the tunnel leading to the maw of the cave, glowing veins of magma coursing through the walls and ground, steam rising from the condensation dripping from the roof of the great cavern.

The walls of the cave were littered with mountains of gold, colourful gemstones of countless shades and many more shiny objects from goblets to trinkets that made the ‘nest’, and then something the opposite colour of the gold partially buried beneath the coins.  Coiled in his hoard at the furthest side of the ocean of treasure, one could almost have mistaken the creature as a giant series of rubble at first glance.

Scales the size of dinner plates covered its hide in an armour of black, claws like scythes and two great molten pools of red watching the male walk around his hoard, his home.

This human would not escape lightly…

deanaeternus

[deanaeternus]

The cave was amazing. It was hot and there was gold everywhere. Dean wasn’t naturally a greedy person in some ways. He wasn’t huge on materialism. He didn’t need gold or belongings. He’d grown up with a duffle bag and that was still plenty for him. His greed was in lust, usually to keep him from feeling alone. But this- this was amazing. Gold coins were scattered along the walls, even in the walls. Sculptures of gold were everywhere and even ordinary items like cups were crusted with jewels of shining colours.

He’d been told that a dragon was stealing children to eat and come with the angel blade to fight it. He felt ridiculous. How big were dragons anyway? How hard were their scales? Why did it eat children? Because they were virgins? Dean remembered stories of virgins staked out for dragons to eat. They were usually nubile young women dressed in white as sacrifices. He gripped the blade as he rounded another corner and the ground gave way. 

Or at least that’s what it felt like. The gold under his feet slid like a rock slide and he landed on his ass, skidding down the mountain of coins and jewels. When it stopped he froze, terrified the dragon had been wakened. He stood, putting his hand on a black column for balance. And then paused at the warmth it was emanating. Dean looked up, realising the column was the dragon’s leg

[tome-of-the-beasts-deactivated2]

Muscles bunched and ready beneath his gold and he was ready to strike forwards when his quarry was moving, gold giving way like quicksand for Dean to suddenly go tumbling and sliding down the sea of coins to skid to a stop against his arm, even using it to stand.

The sound that filled the cavern was like a rumble of machinery as lips pulled back from the curved fangs in a slow growing snarl, flames licking between the teeth and within the nostrils. Dean was quite lucky he was fast on his feet as the head snapped forwards like a striking snake, jaws agape and huffing out a mouthful of coins when he came up empty handed.

Coins shifting and rolling as the ebony behemoth pushed itself to its feet, head lowered for tongue to flick like a giant legged snake and Alek was shaking coins from his wings as he began to move. Alek was unsure what kind of weapon the human had in his hands, but it was shiny and he could pick his teeth with it after he was done eating the little hunter.

“Where are you, Little One?” came the near sandpaper rasp as the reptile began to move, practically slithering through his hoard with practised ease. “Come out, come out, where EVER you are~?”

[deanaeternus]

Running like a hound of Hell was after him (and boy did he hate those things), Dean could /feel/ just how close the snapping teeth came to him. He ducked and slid and rolled his way to a hiding place. The voice was rough and deep and sent a visceral terror through the usually brave hunter’s spine. Dean didn’t back down from much, certainly not demons, but this was an actual dragon. For some reason he hadn’t expected it to be so big. And could the angel blade pierce scales?

“How about no?” Dean yelled, even as he ran for a new hiding spot. He was sweating now, foot tripping on a goblet and twisting his ankle when the coins failed to provide somewhere solid to stand leaving him to slide more. He was getting turned around with no idea how to get out of the massive cavern and an aching ankle. Finally he took a deep breath and moved into the open with the dagger pointed forward. “I’ve come to gank you, you child eating monste-” He ducked and ran again, swearing as his ankle threatened to give out but really not wanting to be eaten.

There was no knowing how far down this thing went and he suddenly realised he could be lost in there for a long time.

[just-let-me-make-my-suits]

There had been word going around about a sorcerer selling potions and the like. It was where Dean was passing through and he decided to check it out. It may just be a kid or fake selling snake oil to idiots, but if it was an actual witch or something he needed to deal with it. Normal people shouldn't be messing with magic. He tracked down the address from someone who had been a customer and got there with his gun and dagger, knocking and ready for anything.

Ghastly Bespoke had shut up Bespoke Tailors for the day to work on a few last minute orders for a suit commision that someone had paid rather handsomely to have it ready to go buy morning;The nano-fiber weave stronger than three layers of kevlar despite being fabric thin would be capable of stopping both bullets and knives, even getting hit by a grenade would not so much as wrinkle the suit. The person inside might not fare so well.

So, when he heard the knock and looked up to see the figure tapping on the door, he set the pins down atop the nearly completed suit jacket before heading over to the door to flick the lock back and open the door.

“I am terribly sorry, but we are shut for the day. I am not taking suit orders till 8am, you can come back in the morning if you like” Ghastly said, offering a sympathetic smile. Six foot four, built like a boxer, and symmetrical scars running from beneath his eyebrow over the top of his skull and down into his shirt hem. What had he been mauled by? A blender??

deanaeternus

[just-let-me-make-my-suits]

That big beaming smile dropped instantly when the ‘S’ word was mentioned by the mortal before him, pulling himself up a little taller to look this male over from head to toe and back. Judging from the bulges of clothing at the males hip, this man was armed. More so behind him. Wonderful. 

Sharp eyes slowly scanned the streets behind him before stepping aside to let the male inside the shop. Right, if he could keep this man here long enough till Geoffrey Scrutinous could arrive, the man would be out on the street with no memory of today and having never heard of the word ‘sorcerer’ in the context he had spoken today.

“How about you come tell me what you know, and then I will tell you what I know.” Ghastly offered, ushering the man inside the tailors. “Tea?” he asked

[deanaeternus]

Not easily intimidated, Dean nonetheless swallowed hard when the already big man somehow straightened and got bigger. He was starting to seem like Godzilla. The smile was gone and somehow that made it even worse. The man had seemed an oddity, but friendly. Having the gut reactions he did, Dean knew that something was going on in the giant’s mind. Something he wouldn’t like. He was prepared for a fight thought and stepped inside. 

“No thanks, I’m, uh, not a big tea drinker.” He had no intention of drinking anything that was offered to him here. It could be a potion. “I appreciate you talking to me though. What’s your name? I’m John Anderson.” He didn’t want to give his real name as most people knew of the Winchesters now, but he cursed himself silently for the obviously fake name.

“I’ve noticed a definite uptick on people with certain things of magical origin. One gave me this address.” He walked in and glanced around, seeing the signs of a booming tailor trade including half finished suits.

[just-let-me-make-my-suits]

“Not a tea drinker?” He asked as he closed the door and followed him inside, Irish tilt seeming to hum in amusement to someone being in the England-Ireland area and not a tea drinker. Lord help him if he were in England and said that, people would be baffled. 

“Can I offer you a water then? A juice? … A can of something?” He asked, standing in the center of the shop with hands behind his back watching Dean move around. His placement was more strategic, he was between Dean and the door out but room for Dean to skirt around if he wanted. Ghastly would not keep him here against his own will unless what he was searching for demanded it.

“An ‘uptick of magical origin’?” He asked, perching on the arm of one of the guest armchairs to watch Dean. “Well, as you can see, I am a simple tailor. My shop downstairs, my apartment above, and a cat. The only thing ‘Magic’ I have here is probably an old childrens set upstairs in the attic that I got when my parents passed away, they never unpacked boxes of my youth”

[deanaeternus]

“Uh, I don’t mind tea. I’m just no thirsty right now. Thanks.” He was hoping to finish this and go for a real drink. He could use it. He drank too much he knew but he didn’t care. Why shouldn’t he drink? He gestured around the shop. “This is nice. Lot of hard work around here. Do you work alone?” He asked.

Dean wondered if the tailor was going to keep him here but there was room for him to dodge around if he chose to. The tailor hadn’t told him his name, something Dean was very aware of. “You don’t seem surprised that I’m looking for magic. You aren’t disbelieving at least. What’s your name?” He asked again. “See, this is definitely the place. Maybe you have a partner?”

[just-let-me-make-my-suits]

“I do work alone, yes” Ghastly said, moving away from the door to sit in the four armchairs offered for guests to browse suit designs and styles, more to watch Dean and intercept if he tried to run. Magic was more useful than one would think.

“This is Ireland. Its one of the ‘magic’ capitals of the world. From leprechauns, to Kelpies, selkies, nymphs, Women in White, faeries. You name it, we have it in legend somewhere. Come on man, I get asked if I have seen Nessie when people realise I’m Irish” Ghastly chuckled, before raising a brow.

“My name is Ghastly Bespoke. I alone run Bespoke Tailors and I enjoy it. If this is the place you are asking about, I assure you the only thing magical about this shop is the rate I can make a suit by hand”

[deanaeternus]

Something about this was feeling off. Dean had finely honed senses and right now alarm bells were ringing. Maybe he was right about this place, maybe he wasn’t. The point was that everything was feeling hinky. He considered fighting the guy but considering he was built like a giant brick it wouldn’t be the best choice Dean had ever made. 

“Sure, yeah. I’ve had a lot of people try to sell me leprechaun coins, swearing up and down they’ll bring me good luck. Knew a rabbit foot like that once.” He joked casually. “I guess I got the wrong address. I wrote it down but didn’t check it.” Dean grinned, hoping he could leave and come back when he was more prepared. He wished Sammy had come with him but maybe he could call him and get some advice. 

“Look, I’m sorry. You were all set to leave for the night and now you’re stuck talking to some random guy about magic. I’ll let you go home and maybe if I have more questions I can come back? Or even get a suit-” he looked around. “I’ve only got one suit.” He commented. He meandered past the suits, hoping to get to the door.

[just-let-me-make-my-suits]

“This is Ireland. Of course you are going to get vendors sell you coins and rabbit feet, if you didn’t I would be rather surprised. Its the so called ‘Magic Capital’ of the world thanks to legends of Nessie, Selkies and Kelpie horses. I think its just a legend so farmers dont have to worry about people stealing their horses” He smiled, scars bunching at his temples and brow.

If this man did come back, Ghastly would be ready. Maybe knock him out and bring him to Geoffery to wipe his mind. Couldn’t have mortals dabbling about in their world less they bring it crumbling down like their own world.

“By all means, you are most welcome to come back” Ghastly smiled, letting him make his way to the door slowly, following here and there when he passed a suit to point out key features and styles that would suit the hunter.

[deanaeternus]

Dean didn’t trust the guy at all. In fact his danger radar was telling him that when he came back he better have a bigger gun. Or something. Anything. He felt most definitely threatened which was an incredibly odd feeling considering the guy had been perfectly polite to him. 

“I’m not really into Nessie but I would hate to find out I’d slept with a seal.” He only knew about selkies because Sam had explained them of course. His mind was still boggled by that one. “I guarantee I’m not interested in anyone’s horses, just in making sure that no one gets taken in by fake ‘dark magic’.” He said lightly. He nodded at the suits they passed, pausing by one. “That’s a good suit. I’ll have to keep that in mind. Thanks for all your help.” He smiled and stepped outside.

Of course Dean would return. This guy knew exactly what he was talking about and he had no intention of letting this guy get away with selling humans dangerous magical items and spells. But for now he beat a strategic retreat.

[deanaeternus]

Trembling fingers pulled another warm tender strip away from the bone, swallowing hard as he raised the dripping piece to his lips to chew. Every mouthful was making him feel sick, but he felt worse when he stopped eating. Sixteen years. Sixteen years and not once had he ever hurt a human. Never KILLED a human. But he was just so ... Hungry. One moment, he was asking the lady to walk him home and he was blinking, and she was broken at his feet with his hands dripping red. He'd cracked.

Not really on the hunt, Dean was heading to his motel room with a six pack of beers in the backseat when the headlights flashed on something he knew all too well. Blood. He slowed and pulled to the side, getting out and locking the door. He went around a corner of an alley slowly, hearing wet chewing noises that had him reaching for his gun. What he saw made him stop.No. No. Jamie, small albino shifter, was crouching and peeling squishy flesh from white bone and shoving it in his mouth. “Jamie, no.” the hunter sounded anguished as well he might. Despite the creature’s nature, he had grown fond of the childlike Jammy and believed that he could resist his need for human meat. His gun was unerringly pointed at Jamie.

[deanaeternus]

Gathering up some snacks and books into a bag, Dean made his way back down. He hated this. Every time he faced Jamie he had to strengthen his nerves to not give in. He absolutely had a soft spot for the shifter, something he had never thought would happen. His dad would be furious. Sam would understand.

He knocked on the door, putting down the bag. “Jamie? I’m back. I got you some books and food.” Dean wanted to find a way to suppress Jamie’s need for human flesh but as it was part of shifter genetics, he just didn’t know if there was anything that could do that. Maybe aversion therapy? He sighed. “Jamie, I’m sorry.”

[jamie-schroeder]

Jamie lifted his head from the little corner he had found could be viewed from the observation slot in the door, knees to his chest and arms hugging them close.

“No, you are not sorry, you are disappointed and desperate” he murmured, lowering his head back to his knees. “If you were sorry, you would have shot me. But you are disappointed, disappointed in me for not resisting and yourself for not shooting, and you are desperate to fix both of them.” He mumbled.

[deanaeternus]

“You’re right, I’m disappointed. For exactly those reasons. I hate what you did and I hate that I didn’t react the way I was raised to. But i don’t hate you and I’m glad I didn’t shoot you.” Dean pushed the supplies through the slot at the bottom. He did feel sorry and he hated the look on Jamie’s face. “I’ll make this as easy on you as possible but that doesn’t mean it won’t be hard.”

[jamie-schroeder]

“If you want to make this as easy on me as possible dont leave me down here!” Jamie wailed at the door and the slat Dean was peering through. “Let me upstairs where I have fresh air and sunlight. Where I am not down in a little concrete drum in solitary confinement! Put me on a tether or something so I can actually MOVE!” Jamie pleaded, looking at the tray in front of the door as reality sunk in that he would be here a while.

“… How will you or I know when I am myself again? I feel fine. I feel sick and guilty for what I did, but I dont feel any different to how I felt yesterday…”

[deanaeternus]

The wail made Dean cringe, but he had kept his brother locked up when the poor bastard had been desperate for demon blood. “You could get out. I put you down here because I know you can’t escape. You would say you wouldn’t try to leave but what if the need overcame you? What if you craved it and couldn’t help yourself? So you broke the window or the door and went and found a victim? That would be on me for not preventing it.”

Dean frowned at the question, not exactly knowing the answer. “I- just give me a night to do some research. Maybe there’s a spell or something to make you unable to attack people. Only problem is it might leave you defenseless… Maybe one that makes meat make you sick so you can only be a vegetarian…” Dean was at a loss. Maybe Sam would know.

[jamie-schroeder]

Jamie was on his feet now, little fingers pulling himself up to try and look at Dean through the slat, big eyes pleadingly. “No, you put me down here as you have no idea what else to do with me aside shoot me, Dean. Do you think I like what I have done? That I killed and partially ate someone’s skin and flesh? So, no. I wont escape. I want this to never happen again as much as you do. I am vegetarian, have you not noticed the amount of fruit I have eaten in your company, have you ever once seen me eat meat like this? The only times I have ever eaten things like fish or meats is when my body has gotten so sick from lack of iron and protein that vitamins are unable to bump levels back up again.”

“So, no. I shall not escape if given a tether to move about in. All I want is somewhere where I am not down in this little prison cell like an animal because you do not know what to do or are dealing with. I am fine. Whatever it is, is gone, now open the god damn DOOR!”

[deanaeternus]

The albino’s eyes were peering through the slats at Dean and he sighed. “I know you don’t. So what happened tonight?” Jamie yelling at the end made Dean narrow his eyes. “Whatever it is that made you do it. So tell me, where were you? Did you black out? Was it a compulsion?”

He wanted to let Jamie out, he did, but he didn‘t know what the hell was going on and he still saw the dead woman in his mind. She was still torn apart and the fact that the body would be discovered soon made it worse. He needed reasons.

[jamie-schroeder]

“NOTHING made me do it!” He hissed back at Dean pushing off from the door and storming back and forth in the holding cell. “I was walking home from work, I was thinking about what bus I would need to catch tomorrow, and then the next moment I know I am kneeling beside a body and you are tackling me. If it wasn’t for the fact my hands and mouth were bloodied I would never have EVER guessed I would do this!” He said, fingers tugging at his hair.

“You know me, Dean. You KNOW that I would never hurt anyone, ever, unless I was in danger of dying” he said, looking up. “You know I didn’t do this on purpose. You know I would… I would never kill someone…”

[deanaeternus]

Dean started to get angry in return. “So tell me you were dying! Tell me you felt weak and ill and you killed her to survive! You can’t believe you did this and I don’t want to believe you did this but you did and you can’t even explain why. If you did it once you can do it again! You blacked out and came to a murderer, Jamie. I let you out, you feel fine, you go to work, and the next night you could be kneeling by another body. You can’t tell me that isn’t true!” He shoved a hand through his hair in frustration. If Jamie had been dying and self preservation had kicked in, if he had been temporarily possessed, anything that could be explained and meant it wouldn’t happen again. “I don’t want this. I want to let you out. To be honest, it scares me more that you didn’t do it on purpose than if you had because if you had at least it would mean you were in control.” He nearly growled the last part.

[tome-of-the-beasts-deactivated2]

Winchester and Drachen

A blast of sauna like heat hit the hunter as they rounded the tunnel leading to the maw of the cave, glowing veins of magma coursing through the walls and ground, steam rising from the condensation dripping from the roof of the great cavern.

The walls of the cave were littered with mountains of gold, colourful gemstones of countless shades and many more shiny objects from goblets to trinkets that made the ‘nest’, and then something the opposite colour of the gold partially buried beneath the coins.  Coiled in his hoard at the furthest side of the ocean of treasure, one could almost have mistaken the creature as a giant series of rubble at first glance.

Scales the size of dinner plates covered its hide in an armour of black, claws like scythes and two great molten pools of red watching the male walk around his hoard, his home.

This human would not escape lightly…

deanaeternus

[deanaeternus]

The cave was amazing. It was hot and there was gold everywhere. Dean wasn’t naturally a greedy person in some ways. He wasn’t huge on materialism. He didn’t need gold or belongings. He’d grown up with a duffle bag and that was still plenty for him. His greed was in lust, usually to keep him from feeling alone. But this- this was amazing. Gold coins were scattered along the walls, even in the walls. Sculptures of gold were everywhere and even ordinary items like cups were crusted with jewels of shining colours.

He’d been told that a dragon was stealing children to eat and come with the angel blade to fight it. He felt ridiculous. How big were dragons anyway? How hard were their scales? Why did it eat children? Because they were virgins? Dean remembered stories of virgins staked out for dragons to eat. They were usually nubile young women dressed in white as sacrifices. He gripped the blade as he rounded another corner and the ground gave way. 

Or at least that’s what it felt like. The gold under his feet slid like a rock slide and he landed on his ass, skidding down the mountain of coins and jewels. When it stopped he froze, terrified the dragon had been wakened. He stood, putting his hand on a black column for balance. And then paused at the warmth it was emanating. Dean looked up, realising the column was the dragon’s leg.

[deanaeternus]

Trembling fingers pulled another warm tender strip away from the bone, swallowing hard as he raised the dripping piece to his lips to chew. Every mouthful was making him feel sick, but he felt worse when he stopped eating. Sixteen years. Sixteen years and not once had he ever hurt a human. Never KILLED a human. But he was just so ... Hungry. One moment, he was asking the lady to walk him home and he was blinking, and she was broken at his feet with his hands dripping red. He'd cracked.

Not really on the hunt, Dean was heading to his motel room with a six pack of beers in the backseat when the headlights flashed on something he knew all too well. Blood. He slowed and pulled to the side, getting out and locking the door. He went around a corner of an alley slowly, hearing wet chewing noises that had him reaching for his gun. What he saw made him stop.No. No. Jamie, small albino shifter, was crouching and peeling squishy flesh from white bone and shoving it in his mouth. “Jamie, no.” the hunter sounded anguished as well he might. Despite the creature’s nature, he had grown fond of the childlike Jammy and believed that he could resist his need for human meat. His gun was unerringly pointed at Jamie.

[deanaeternus]

Gathering up some snacks and books into a bag, Dean made his way back down. He hated this. Every time he faced Jamie he had to strengthen his nerves to not give in. He absolutely had a soft spot for the shifter, something he had never thought would happen. His dad would be furious. Sam would understand.

He knocked on the door, putting down the bag. “Jamie? I’m back. I got you some books and food.” Dean wanted to find a way to suppress Jamie’s need for human flesh but as it was part of shifter genetics, he just didn’t know if there was anything that could do that. Maybe aversion therapy? He sighed. “Jamie, I’m sorry.”

[jamie-schroeder]

Jamie lifted his head from the little corner he had found could be viewed from the observation slot in the door, knees to his chest and arms hugging them close.

“No, you are not sorry, you are disappointed and desperate” he murmured, lowering his head back to his knees. “If you were sorry, you would have shot me. But you are disappointed, disappointed in me for not resisting and yourself for not shooting, and you are desperate to fix both of them.” He mumbled.

[deanaeternus]

“You’re right, I’m disappointed. For exactly those reasons. I hate what you did and I hate that I didn’t react the way I was raised to. But i don’t hate you and I’m glad I didn’t shoot you.” Dean pushed the supplies through the slot at the bottom. He did feel sorry and he hated the look on Jamie’s face. “I’ll make this as easy on you as possible but that doesn’t mean it won’t be hard.”

[jamie-schroeder]

“If you want to make this as easy on me as possible dont leave me down here!” Jamie wailed at the door and the slat Dean was peering through. “Let me upstairs where I have fresh air and sunlight. Where I am not down in a little concrete drum in solitary confinement! Put me on a tether or something so I can actually MOVE!” Jamie pleaded, looking at the tray in front of the door as reality sunk in that he would be here a while.

“… How will you or I know when I am myself again? I feel fine. I feel sick and guilty for what I did, but I dont feel any different to how I felt yesterday…”

[deanaeternus]

The wail made Dean cringe, but he had kept his brother locked up when the poor bastard had been desperate for demon blood. “You could get out. I put you down here because I know you can’t escape. You would say you wouldn’t try to leave but what if the need overcame you? What if you craved it and couldn’t help yourself? So you broke the window or the door and went and found a victim? That would be on me for not preventing it.”

Dean frowned at the question, not exactly knowing the answer. “I- just give me a night to do some research. Maybe there’s a spell or something to make you unable to attack people. Only problem is it might leave you defenseless… Maybe one that makes meat make you sick so you can only be a vegetarian…” Dean was at a loss. Maybe Sam would know.

[jamie-schroeder]

Jamie was on his feet now, little fingers pulling himself up to try and look at Dean through the slat, big eyes pleadingly. “No, you put me down here as you have no idea what else to do with me aside shoot me, Dean. Do you think I like what I have done? That I killed and partially ate someone’s skin and flesh? So, no. I wont escape. I want this to never happen again as much as you do. I am vegetarian, have you not noticed the amount of fruit I have eaten in your company, have you ever once seen me eat meat like this? The only times I have ever eaten things like fish or meats is when my body has gotten so sick from lack of iron and protein that vitamins are unable to bump levels back up again.”

“So, no. I shall not escape if given a tether to move about in. All I want is somewhere where I am not down in this little prison cell like an animal because you do not know what to do or are dealing with. I am fine. Whatever it is, is gone, now open the god damn DOOR!”

[deanaeternus]

The albino’s eyes were peering through the slats at Dean and he sighed. “I know you don’t. So what happened tonight?” Jamie yelling at the end made Dean narrow his eyes. “Whatever it is that made you do it. So tell me, where were you? Did you black out? Was it a compulsion?”

He wanted to let Jamie out, he did, but he didn‘t know what the hell was going on and he still saw the dead woman in his mind. She was still torn apart and the fact that the body would be discovered soon made it worse. He needed reasons.

[just-let-me-make-my-suits]

There had been word going around about a sorcerer selling potions and the like. It was where Dean was passing through and he decided to check it out. It may just be a kid or fake selling snake oil to idiots, but if it was an actual witch or something he needed to deal with it. Normal people shouldn't be messing with magic. He tracked down the address from someone who had been a customer and got there with his gun and dagger, knocking and ready for anything.

Ghastly Bespoke had shut up Bespoke Tailors for the day to work on a few last minute orders for a suit commision that someone had paid rather handsomely to have it ready to go buy morning;The nano-fiber weave stronger than three layers of kevlar despite being fabric thin would be capable of stopping both bullets and knives, even getting hit by a grenade would not so much as wrinkle the suit. The person inside might not fare so well.

So, when he heard the knock and looked up to see the figure tapping on the door, he set the pins down atop the nearly completed suit jacket before heading over to the door to flick the lock back and open the door.

“I am terribly sorry, but we are shut for the day. I am not taking suit orders till 8am, you can come back in the morning if you like” Ghastly said, offering a sympathetic smile. Six foot four, built like a boxer, and symmetrical scars running from beneath his eyebrow over the top of his skull and down into his shirt hem. What had he been mauled by? A blender??

deanaeternus

[just-let-me-make-my-suits]

That big beaming smile dropped instantly when the ‘S’ word was mentioned by the mortal before him, pulling himself up a little taller to look this male over from head to toe and back. Judging from the bulges of clothing at the males hip, this man was armed. More so behind him. Wonderful. 

Sharp eyes slowly scanned the streets behind him before stepping aside to let the male inside the shop. Right, if he could keep this man here long enough till Geoffrey Scrutinous could arrive, the man would be out on the street with no memory of today and having never heard of the word ‘sorcerer’ in the context he had spoken today.

“How about you come tell me what you know, and then I will tell you what I know.” Ghastly offered, ushering the man inside the tailors. “Tea?” he asked

[deanaeternus]

Not easily intimidated, Dean nonetheless swallowed hard when the already big man somehow straightened and got bigger. He was starting to seem like Godzilla. The smile was gone and somehow that made it even worse. The man had seemed an oddity, but friendly. Having the gut reactions he did, Dean knew that something was going on in the giant’s mind. Something he wouldn’t like. He was prepared for a fight thought and stepped inside. 

“No thanks, I’m, uh, not a big tea drinker.” He had no intention of drinking anything that was offered to him here. It could be a potion. “I appreciate you talking to me though. What’s your name? I’m John Anderson.” He didn’t want to give his real name as most people knew of the Winchesters now, but he cursed himself silently for the obviously fake name.

“I’ve noticed a definite uptick on people with certain things of magical origin. One gave me this address.” He walked in and glanced around, seeing the signs of a booming tailor trade including half finished suits.

[just-let-me-make-my-suits]

“Not a tea drinker?” He asked as he closed the door and followed him inside, Irish tilt seeming to hum in amusement to someone being in the England-Ireland area and not a tea drinker. Lord help him if he were in England and said that, people would be baffled. 

“Can I offer you a water then? A juice? … A can of something?” He asked, standing in the center of the shop with hands behind his back watching Dean move around. His placement was more strategic, he was between Dean and the door out but room for Dean to skirt around if he wanted. Ghastly would not keep him here against his own will unless what he was searching for demanded it.

“An ‘uptick of magical origin’?” He asked, perching on the arm of one of the guest armchairs to watch Dean. “Well, as you can see, I am a simple tailor. My shop downstairs, my apartment above, and a cat. The only thing ‘Magic’ I have here is probably an old childrens set upstairs in the attic that I got when my parents passed away, they never unpacked boxes of my youth”

[deanaeternus]

“Uh, I don’t mind tea. I’m just no thirsty right now. Thanks.” He was hoping to finish this and go for a real drink. He could use it. He drank too much he knew but he didn’t care. Why shouldn’t he drink? He gestured around the shop. “This is nice. Lot of hard work around here. Do you work alone?” He asked.

Dean wondered if the tailor was going to keep him here but there was room for him to dodge around if he chose to. The tailor hadn’t told him his name, something Dean was very aware of. “You don’t seem surprised that I’m looking for magic. You aren’t disbelieving at least. What’s your name?” He asked again. “See, this is definitely the place. Maybe you have a partner?”

[just-let-me-make-my-suits]

“I do work alone, yes” Ghastly said, moving away from the door to sit in the four armchairs offered for guests to browse suit designs and styles, more to watch Dean and intercept if he tried to run. Magic was more useful than one would think.

“This is Ireland. Its one of the ‘magic’ capitals of the world. From leprechauns, to Kelpies, selkies, nymphs, Women in White, faeries. You name it, we have it in legend somewhere. Come on man, I get asked if I have seen Nessie when people realise I’m Irish” Ghastly chuckled, before raising a brow.

“My name is Ghastly Bespoke. I alone run Bespoke Tailors and I enjoy it. If this is the place you are asking about, I assure you the only thing magical about this shop is the rate I can make a suit by hand”

[deanaeternus]

Something about this was feeling off. Dean had finely honed senses and right now alarm bells were ringing. Maybe he was right about this place, maybe he wasn’t. The point was that everything was feeling hinky. He considered fighting the guy but considering he was built like a giant brick it wouldn’t be the best choice Dean had ever made. 

“Sure, yeah. I’ve had a lot of people try to sell me leprechaun coins, swearing up and down they’ll bring me good luck. Knew a rabbit foot like that once.” He joked casually. “I guess I got the wrong address. I wrote it down but didn’t check it.” Dean grinned, hoping he could leave and come back when he was more prepared. He wished Sammy had come with him but maybe he could call him and get some advice. 

“Look, I’m sorry. You were all set to leave for the night and now you’re stuck talking to some random guy about magic. I’ll let you go home and maybe if I have more questions I can come back? Or even get a suit-” he looked around. “I’ve only got one suit.” He commented. He meandered past the suits, hoping to get to the door.

[deanaeternus]

Trembling fingers pulled another warm tender strip away from the bone, swallowing hard as he raised the dripping piece to his lips to chew. Every mouthful was making him feel sick, but he felt worse when he stopped eating. Sixteen years. Sixteen years and not once had he ever hurt a human. Never KILLED a human. But he was just so ... Hungry. One moment, he was asking the lady to walk him home and he was blinking, and she was broken at his feet with his hands dripping red. He'd cracked.

Not really on the hunt, Dean was heading to his motel room with a six pack of beers in the backseat when the headlights flashed on something he knew all too well. Blood. He slowed and pulled to the side, getting out and locking the door. He went around a corner of an alley slowly, hearing wet chewing noises that had him reaching for his gun. What he saw made him stop.No. No. Jamie, small albino shifter, was crouching and peeling squishy flesh from white bone and shoving it in his mouth. “Jamie, no.” the hunter sounded anguished as well he might. Despite the creature’s nature, he had grown fond of the childlike Jammy and believed that he could resist his need for human meat. His gun was unerringly pointed at Jamie.

[deanaeternus]

Gathering up some snacks and books into a bag, Dean made his way back down. He hated this. Every time he faced Jamie he had to strengthen his nerves to not give in. He absolutely had a soft spot for the shifter, something he had never thought would happen. His dad would be furious. Sam would understand.

He knocked on the door, putting down the bag. “Jamie? I’m back. I got you some books and food.” Dean wanted to find a way to suppress Jamie’s need for human flesh but as it was part of shifter genetics, he just didn’t know if there was anything that could do that. Maybe aversion therapy? He sighed. “Jamie, I’m sorry.”

[jamie-schroeder]

Jamie lifted his head from the little corner he had found could be viewed from the observation slot in the door, knees to his chest and arms hugging them close.

“No, you are not sorry, you are disappointed and desperate” he murmured, lowering his head back to his knees. “If you were sorry, you would have shot me. But you are disappointed, disappointed in me for not resisting and yourself for not shooting, and you are desperate to fix both of them.” He mumbled.

[deanaeternus]

“You’re right, I’m disappointed. For exactly those reasons. I hate what you did and I hate that I didn’t react the way I was raised to. But i don’t hate you and I’m glad I didn’t shoot you.” Dean pushed the supplies through the slot at the bottom. He did feel sorry and he hated the look on Jamie’s face. “I’ll make this as easy on you as possible but that doesn’t mean it won’t be hard.”

[jamie-schroeder]

“If you want to make this as easy on me as possible dont leave me down here!” Jamie wailed at the door and the slat Dean was peering through. “Let me upstairs where I have fresh air and sunlight. Where I am not down in a little concrete drum in solitary confinement! Put me on a tether or something so I can actually MOVE!” Jamie pleaded, looking at the tray in front of the door as reality sunk in that he would be here a while.

“… How will you or I know when I am myself again? I feel fine. I feel sick and guilty for what I did, but I dont feel any different to how I felt yesterday…”

[deanaeternus]

The wail made Dean cringe, but he had kept his brother locked up when the poor bastard had been desperate for demon blood. “You could get out. I put you down here because I know you can’t escape. You would say you wouldn’t try to leave but what if the need overcame you? What if you craved it and couldn’t help yourself? So you broke the window or the door and went and found a victim? That would be on me for not preventing it.”

Dean frowned at the question, not exactly knowing the answer. “I- just give me a night to do some research. Maybe there’s a spell or something to make you unable to attack people. Only problem is it might leave you defenseless... Maybe one that makes meat make you sick so you can only be a vegetarian...” Dean was at a loss. Maybe Sam would know.

[deanaeternus]

Trembling fingers pulled another warm tender strip away from the bone, swallowing hard as he raised the dripping piece to his lips to chew. Every mouthful was making him feel sick, but he felt worse when he stopped eating. Sixteen years. Sixteen years and not once had he ever hurt a human. Never KILLED a human. But he was just so ... Hungry. One moment, he was asking the lady to walk him home and he was blinking, and she was broken at his feet with his hands dripping red. He'd cracked.

Not really on the hunt, Dean was heading to his motel room with a six pack of beers in the backseat when the headlights flashed on something he knew all too well. Blood. He slowed and pulled to the side, getting out and locking the door. He went around a corner of an alley slowly, hearing wet chewing noises that had him reaching for his gun. What he saw made him stop.No. No. Jamie, small albino shifter, was crouching and peeling squishy flesh from white bone and shoving it in his mouth. “Jamie, no.” the hunter sounded anguished as well he might. Despite the creature’s nature, he had grown fond of the childlike Jammy and believed that he could resist his need for human meat. His gun was unerringly pointed at Jamie.

[jamie-schroeder]

Dean mentioned cream and then was off, leaving Jamie in the silence of his new home for a while.

A single table in the middle of the padded room, so whoever was down here could not hurt themselves on the concrete wall, the floor the same material less they fall out of the bed. No windows and a single door with a grille over the front. He felt like he was in an asylum when the bottom of the door lifted and cream slotted through.

"I AM in control!” Jamie wailed, frustration hitting an all time peak as Jamie kicked the door with the flat of his foot. “I didn’t hurt her on purpose! I dont want to be in a cage or a cell, Dean! Please, don’t leave me in here. I didn’t do it. I would never hurt someone like that. Please? Let me out”

[deanaeternus]

Narrowing his eyes at the kick to the door, Dean blew out a breath. “You’re contradicting yourself, Jamie. You say you’re in control and then you say you didn’t mean to hurt her. Then you say you didn’t do it. But you did. You were not in control.” He grabbed a chair by the door, folded up, and sat down in it. 

"I’m going to tell you what I saw tonight. I want you to tell me what you think I should have done or how I should react." Dean paused and then started, turning it into a story to make it more objective. 

"Tonight I was driving back to my motel when I saw blood on the side of the street. I pulled over and followed the trail. It was wet, and slurping sounds could be heard from around the corner. When I turned the corner, gun in hand, I saw a monster crouched over the body of a dead woman. /It/ was ripping bits of her off and shoving it into its mouth. The scent of blood was thick like iron in the air and the thing was choking her down like raw meat. What would you have done? Does that sound like the creature was in control?"

[jamie-schroeder]

"Dean, please. You know me, you have known me for nearly four years! When have I ever hurt someone? Like ACTUALLY hurt them. I am not like the shifters you have encountered before, you know that, you know I would never willingly hurt someone like I did tonight. I dont know what happened. One moment, I was asking her directions and the next moment you are yelling my name with a gun at me head. Please, you know that I would not do this! I am in control! Please…….  Please….”

Jamie slowly crumpled to his knees in front of the door as he listened to Dean’s voice on the otherside, his brow on the cold steel looking down at his burnt and blistered hands and wrist as the hunter spoke, the images blurring under the tears slowly dripping off his lashes.

What would he have done?

"I …. I would have shot the thing" he admitted softly, shaking his head with a tiny rock of his skull. "No, that creature was not in control"

That creature was not in control.

I am that creature.

I was not in control.

"I was not in control" he murmured

[deanaeternus]

Listening to Jamie realise just what had happened didn’t make Dean happy. He wasn’t doing this for the fun of it. “I wish that things were different Jamie. You know I care about you or I would have just shot you. Any other hunter would have. But I do know you. I know that you don’t just go around hurting people, that you aren’t a killer. Tonight was- an aberration. But I need to know that when I release you, it won’t happen again. I need to know that you losing your control was a one time thing.”

He sighed and looked through the small opening at Jamie. “I am not keeping you in here for ever. I promise. I want to help you. I want you to find your control again.” Taking a step back, he glanced away. “I have to go. I’m gonna look into things. I’ll get you some books and food, and I’ll be back. Just… just try to relax.” It sounded stupid to say but he didn’t know what else to say. With that, he left.

[jamie-schroeder]

You know I care about you or I would have just shot you. Any other hunter would have.

You know I care about you or I would have just shot you.

I care about you.

Those lines made him flinch. He knew what he had done, even if he wasn’t in control, what he had done broke every rule Dean had made since first meeting Jamie about promising not to hurt him providing Jamie hurt no one else, leaving him to remain on the ground with a head dipped forwards to touch the cold steel of the door as Dean left.

Try to relax?

How?

There was no window, the light coming from three fluorescent bulbs in the ceiling, a big metal bed looking like it came out of an asylum movie from the straps on it, and a little bathroom equivalent in the corner he wasn’t even going to try and describe.

Maybe when Dean came back, he could ask him if he could come out of the cell to somewhere nicer, even if he needed a tether to keep him in one place it was better than being down here. Anything was better down here…

[deanaeternus]

Gathering up some snacks and books into a bag, Dean made his way back down. He hated this. Every time he faced Jamie he had to strengthen his nerves to not give in. He absolutely had a soft spot for the shifter, something he had never thought would happen. His dad would be furious. Sam would understand.

He knocked on the door, putting down the bag. “Jamie? I’m back. I got you some books and food.” Dean wanted to find a way to suppress Jamie’s need for human flesh but as it was part of shifter genetics, he just didn’t know if there was anything that could do that. Maybe aversion therapy? He sighed. “Jamie, I’m sorry.”

[jamie-schroeder]

Jamie lifted his head from the little corner he had found could be viewed from the observation slot in the door, knees to his chest and arms hugging them close.

“No, you are not sorry, you are disappointed and desperate” he murmured, lowering his head back to his knees. “If you were sorry, you would have shot me. But you are disappointed, disappointed in me for not resisting and yourself for not shooting, and you are desperate to fix both of them.” He mumbled.

[deanaeternus]

“You’re right, I’m disappointed. For exactly those reasons. I hate what you did and I hate that I didn’t react the way I was raised to. But i don’t hate you and I’m glad I didn’t shoot you.” Dean pushed the supplies through the slot at the bottom. He did feel sorry and he hated the look on Jamie’s face. “I’ll make this as easy on you as possible but that doesn’t mean it won’t be hard.”

[deanaeternus]

Cain's Mark, the Demon Inside

Their cases had been going well. Dean was pretty pleased with his and Chris’ time on the road. So far they had gotten two ghosts, a poltergeist, and a non-vegetarian vampire. Plus, they’d fucked like bunnies in between. So, yeah, Dean was feeling pretty damn good about life in general. Then the angel and demon business flared up. There were times Dean really missed the good old simple days of hunt and gank, hunt and gank. Now there was all this complicated stuff to think about and it gave him a damn headache. 

Chris had never dealt much with the angels so Dean tried to explain as best he could, luckily Chris had picked up a lot over the years. But these Archangels were a nightmare. While reading a book Sammy sent him on the subject, he noticed information about Cain- the original murderer. “Huh.” He muttered. Turning, he glanced at Chris from his spot on the motel room bed. “Chris. Come take a look at this. It’s talking about Cain. Guy who ganked his own brother.” As someone who would never kill his little brother, he didn’t understand it at all.

[huntressyetasister]

       the hunting trips had been in assuranc for the hunters   the world was into becoming a better place an intent essay of these two  trying to make it a better place for anyone.  the enhanced hunter folows his calling along  with the lover, dean winchester. a pair that was so different yet so alike    in love circumistances.    he could never really realize that they were together.  still together after everything.       no killings were requested during their hunting cases eventually   just a few bruises and cuts but nothing that couldn’t be stelled down   with a little healing factor from both sides.  well sort of his healing wasn’t that inhuman any longer.

   the hunter had been practicing nakd musccular chest had been upoading       the callories that needed to be burned from him   his eyes was constantly fixed around his lover          while his brother was working.   a little smirk had been showing around his lips    ateasing one for the hunter to get caught into.      picking his self up the hunter stood beside his lover            and read the book from afar.

 ” yeah that’s the old bible story.

  is about the first kids of adam and eve and how cain became the first

  murderer.

       in a summary he is the beginning of murder.”

[deanaeternus]

“Exactly. Sammy said he has a special knife or something. I don’t really get it but should we go after it? Cain’s long dead right, wouldn’t that leave the dagger somewhere in, like, Israel?” Dean flipped through another page and saw a black mark that looked like a tattoo. “Personally, if that Archangel comes after us I’m gonna get pissy. I mean, we’re the good guys here.” Dean grumbled. He glanced over where Chris was working out and licked his lips. It was hard work not getting distracted by the Echoist.

“What do you think? We put a feel out for this thing? The deaths are starting to make a dent. Last time I summoned an Archangel into a circle of holy oil, it went pretty damn badly.” He added. “You’re making me feel lazy over here.” He chuckled. 

Flipping another page, he paused. It looked like it was saying the dagger had to be given by Cain. “This Cain dude may not be dead after all, Chris. It says he has to choose to give the dagger to someone.”

[huntressyetasister]

‘‘

       it depends. actually things have long list changed since the beginning of time baby.    so we can’t really know unless we can do a locator spell b we don’t have anything of cain’s.’‘

  the hunter replaced his thinking with words    his brune eyes delibered directly into the emerald eyes of his lover   as he looked into the words that the book  was recovering to the pages.   this story was very old indeed and yet something didn’t liked.   cai was the first muderer he was the first who killed.   he was the one who had gave birth to death its self in other words.         his head tilted to the side as he looked inside his emerald eyes   the possibility of cain being alie did not surprised him that much any longer.   besides this was superantural everything was possible.   anything.

‘‘   which means we have to travel in order to find cain.

  bu t i think this mark we’ve seen must have a sort of bond.

  i don’t know what kind but it should.   ‘‘

[deanaeternus]

“True. We’d definitely need something of his for most locator spells. Maybe there’s something else we can look for. Or something in the book. Sammy could find it, might text him later.” Dean was muttering now, lost in thought. He looked up at Chris and smiled slightly. He was so glad Chris was with him. 

“Do you want to wait here for an extra day if that’s what it takes for Sammy to find it? If we drive we could wind up driving in the wrong direction and end up farther away. If we find this it could give us an edge over our enemies though.” If Chris said to ignore the Cain dagger Dean would go with that. This wasn’t a monarchy where he would make all the choices. 

He stood and stretched, boxers slung low on his hips. “I need a shower babes. You’re welcome to join me.” He winked. They needed to sleep soon so they would be ready for the morning.

[deanaeternus]

Trembling fingers pulled another warm tender strip away from the bone, swallowing hard as he raised the dripping piece to his lips to chew. Every mouthful was making him feel sick, but he felt worse when he stopped eating. Sixteen years. Sixteen years and not once had he ever hurt a human. Never KILLED a human. But he was just so ... Hungry. One moment, he was asking the lady to walk him home and he was blinking, and she was broken at his feet with his hands dripping red. He'd cracked.

Not really on the hunt, Dean was heading to his motel room with a six pack of beers in the backseat when the headlights flashed on something he knew all too well. Blood. He slowed and pulled to the side, getting out and locking the door. He went around a corner of an alley slowly, hearing wet chewing noises that had him reaching for his gun. What he saw made him stop.No. No. Jamie, small albino shifter, was crouching and peeling squishy flesh from white bone and shoving it in his mouth. “Jamie, no.” the hunter sounded anguished as well he might. Despite the creature’s nature, he had grown fond of the childlike Jammy and believed that he could resist his need for human meat. His gun was unerringly pointed at Jamie.

[jamie-schroeder]

Dean mentioned cream and then was off, leaving Jamie in the silence of his new home for a while.

A single table in the middle of the padded room, so whoever was down here could not hurt themselves on the concrete wall, the floor the same material less they fall out of the bed. No windows and a single door with a grille over the front. He felt like he was in an asylum when the bottom of the door lifted and cream slotted through.

"I AM in control!” Jamie wailed, frustration hitting an all time peak as Jamie kicked the door with the flat of his foot. “I didn’t hurt her on purpose! I dont want to be in a cage or a cell, Dean! Please, don’t leave me in here. I didn’t do it. I would never hurt someone like that. Please? Let me out”

[deanaeternus]

Narrowing his eyes at the kick to the door, Dean blew out a breath. “You’re contradicting yourself, Jamie. You say you’re in control and then you say you didn’t mean to hurt her. Then you say you didn’t do it. But you did. You were not in control.” He grabbed a chair by the door, folded up, and sat down in it. 

"I’m going to tell you what I saw tonight. I want you to tell me what you think I should have done or how I should react." Dean paused and then started, turning it into a story to make it more objective. 

"Tonight I was driving back to my motel when I saw blood on the side of the street. I pulled over and followed the trail. It was wet, and slurping sounds could be heard from around the corner. When I turned the corner, gun in hand, I saw a monster crouched over the body of a dead woman. /It/ was ripping bits of her off and shoving it into its mouth. The scent of blood was thick like iron in the air and the thing was choking her down like raw meat. What would you have done? Does that sound like the creature was in control?"

[jamie-schroeder]

"Dean, please. You know me, you have known me for nearly four years! When have I ever hurt someone? Like ACTUALLY hurt them. I am not like the shifters you have encountered before, you know that, you know I would never willingly hurt someone like I did tonight. I dont know what happened. One moment, I was asking her directions and the next moment you are yelling my name with a gun at me head. Please, you know that I would not do this! I am in control! Please…….  Please….”

Jamie slowly crumpled to his knees in front of the door as he listened to Dean’s voice on the otherside, his brow on the cold steel looking down at his burnt and blistered hands and wrist as the hunter spoke, the images blurring under the tears slowly dripping off his lashes.

What would he have done?

"I …. I would have shot the thing" he admitted softly, shaking his head with a tiny rock of his skull. "No, that creature was not in control"

That creature was not in control.

I am that creature.

I was not in control.

"I was not in control" he murmured

[deanaeternus]

Listening to Jamie realise just what had happened didn’t make Dean happy. He wasn’t doing this for the fun of it. “I wish that things were different Jamie. You know I care about you or I would have just shot you. Any other hunter would have. But I do know you. I know that you don’t just go around hurting people, that you aren’t a killer. Tonight was- an aberration. But I need to know that when I release you, it won’t happen again. I need to know that you losing your control was a one time thing.”

He sighed and looked through the small opening at Jamie. “I am not keeping you in here for ever. I promise. I want to help you. I want you to find your control again.” Taking a step back, he glanced away. “I have to go. I’m gonna look into things. I’ll get you some books and food, and I’ll be back. Just… just try to relax.” It sounded stupid to say but he didn’t know what else to say. With that, he left.

[jamie-schroeder]

You know I care about you or I would have just shot you. Any other hunter would have.

You know I care about you or I would have just shot you.

I care about you.

Those lines made him flinch. He knew what he had done, even if he wasn’t in control, what he had done broke every rule Dean had made since first meeting Jamie about promising not to hurt him providing Jamie hurt no one else, leaving him to remain on the ground with a head dipped forwards to touch the cold steel of the door as Dean left.

Try to relax?

How?

There was no window, the light coming from three fluorescent bulbs in the ceiling, a big metal bed looking like it came out of an asylum movie from the straps on it, and a little bathroom equivalent in the corner he wasn’t even going to try and describe.

Maybe when Dean came back, he could ask him if he could come out of the cell to somewhere nicer, even if he needed a tether to keep him in one place it was better than being down here. Anything was better down here…

[deanaeternus]

Gathering up some snacks and books into a bag, Dean made his way back down. He hated this. Every time he faced Jamie he had to strengthen his nerves to not give in. He absolutely had a soft spot for the shifter, something he had never thought would happen. His dad would be furious. Sam would understand.

He knocked on the door, putting down the bag. “Jamie? I’m back. I got you some books and food.” Dean wanted to find a way to suppress Jamie’s need for human flesh but as it was part of shifter genetics, he just didn’t know if there was anything that could do that. Maybe aversion therapy? He sighed. “Jamie, I’m sorry.”

[just-let-me-make-my-suits]

There had been word going around about a sorcerer selling potions and the like. It was where Dean was passing through and he decided to check it out. It may just be a kid or fake selling snake oil to idiots, but if it was an actual witch or something he needed to deal with it. Normal people shouldn't be messing with magic. He tracked down the address from someone who had been a customer and got there with his gun and dagger, knocking and ready for anything.

Ghastly Bespoke had shut up Bespoke Tailors for the day to work on a few last minute orders for a suit commision that someone had paid rather handsomely to have it ready to go buy morning;The nano-fiber weave stronger than three layers of kevlar despite being fabric thin would be capable of stopping both bullets and knives, even getting hit by a grenade would not so much as wrinkle the suit. The person inside might not fare so well.

So, when he heard the knock and looked up to see the figure tapping on the door, he set the pins down atop the nearly completed suit jacket before heading over to the door to flick the lock back and open the door.

"I am terribly sorry, but we are shut for the day. I am not taking suit orders till 8am, you can come back in the morning if you like" Ghastly said, offering a sympathetic smile. Six foot four, built like a boxer, and symmetrical scars running from beneath his eyebrow over the top of his skull and down into his shirt hem. What had he been mauled by? A blender??

deanaeternus

[just-let-me-make-my-suits]

That big beaming smile dropped instantly when the ‘S’ word was mentioned by the mortal before him, pulling himself up a little taller to look this male over from head to toe and back. Judging from the bulges of clothing at the males hip, this man was armed. More so behind him. Wonderful. 

Sharp eyes slowly scanned the streets behind him before stepping aside to let the male inside the shop. Right, if he could keep this man here long enough till Geoffrey Scrutinous could arrive, the man would be out on the street with no memory of today and having never heard of the word ‘sorcerer’ in the context he had spoken today.

"How about you come tell me what you know, and then I will tell you what I know." Ghastly offered, ushering the man inside the tailors. "Tea?" he asked

[deanaeternus]

Not easily intimidated, Dean nonetheless swallowed hard when the already big man somehow straightened and got bigger. He was starting to seem like Godzilla. The smile was gone and somehow that made it even worse. The man had seemed an oddity, but friendly. Having the gut reactions he did, Dean knew that something was going on in the giant’s mind. Something he wouldn’t like. He was prepared for a fight thought and stepped inside. 

“No thanks, I’m, uh, not a big tea drinker.” He had no intention of drinking anything that was offered to him here. It could be a potion. “I appreciate you talking to me though. What’s your name? I’m John Anderson.” He didn’t want to give his real name as most people knew of the Winchesters now, but he cursed himself silently for the obviously fake name.

“I’ve noticed a definite uptick on people with certain things of magical origin. One gave me this address.” He walked in and glanced around, seeing the signs of a booming tailor trade including half finished suits.

[just-let-me-make-my-suits]

“Not a tea drinker?” He asked as he closed the door and followed him inside, Irish tilt seeming to hum in amusement to someone being in the England-Ireland area and not a tea drinker. Lord help him if he were in England and said that, people would be baffled. 

“Can I offer you a water then? A juice? … A can of something?” He asked, standing in the center of the shop with hands behind his back watching Dean move around. His placement was more strategic, he was between Dean and the door out but room for Dean to skirt around if he wanted. Ghastly would not keep him here against his own will unless what he was searching for demanded it.

“An ‘uptick of magical origin’?” He asked, perching on the arm of one of the guest armchairs to watch Dean. “Well, as you can see, I am a simple tailor. My shop downstairs, my apartment above, and a cat. The only thing ‘Magic’ I have here is probably an old childrens set upstairs in the attic that I got when my parents passed away, they never unpacked boxes of my youth”

[deanaeternus]

“Uh, I don’t mind tea. I’m just no thirsty right now. Thanks.” He was hoping to finish this and go for a real drink. He could use it. He drank too much he knew but he didn’t care. Why shouldn’t he drink? He gestured around the shop. “This is nice. Lot of hard work around here. Do you work alone?” He asked.

Dean wondered if the tailor was going to keep him here but there was room for him to dodge around if he chose to. The tailor hadn’t told him his name, something Dean was very aware of. “You don’t seem surprised that I’m looking for magic. You aren’t disbelieving at least. What’s your name?” He asked again. “See, this is definitely the place. Maybe you have a partner?”

[deanaeternus]

Cain's Mark, the Demon Inside

Their cases had been going well. Dean was pretty pleased with his and Chris’ time on the road. So far they had gotten two ghosts, a poltergeist, and a non-vegetarian vampire. Plus, they’d fucked like bunnies in between. So, yeah, Dean was feeling pretty damn good about life in general. Then the angel and demon business flared up. There were times Dean really missed the good old simple days of hunt and gank, hunt and gank. Now there was all this complicated stuff to think about and it gave him a damn headache. 

Chris had never dealt much with the angels so Dean tried to explain as best he could, luckily Chris had picked up a lot over the years. But these Archangels were a nightmare. While reading a book Sammy sent him on the subject, he noticed information about Cain- the original murderer. “Huh.” He muttered. Turning, he glanced at Chris from his spot on the motel room bed. “Chris. Come take a look at this. It’s talking about Cain. Guy who ganked his own brother.” As someone who would never kill his little brother, he didn’t understand it at all.

[huntressyetasister]

       the hunting trips had been in assuranc for the hunters   the world was into becoming a better place an intent essay of these two  trying to make it a better place for anyone.  the enhanced hunter folows his calling along  with the lover, dean winchester. a pair that was so different yet so alike    in love circumistances.    he could never really realize that they were together.  still together after everything.       no killings were requested during their hunting cases eventually   just a few bruises and cuts but nothing that couldn’t be stelled down   with a little healing factor from both sides.  well sort of his healing wasn’t that inhuman any longer.

   the hunter had been practicing nakd musccular chest had been upoading       the callories that needed to be burned from him   his eyes was constantly fixed around his lover          while his brother was working.   a little smirk had been showing around his lips    ateasing one for the hunter to get caught into.      picking his self up the hunter stood beside his lover            and read the book from afar.

 ” yeah that’s the old bible story.

  is about the first kids of adam and eve and how cain became the first

  murderer.

       in a summary he is the beginning of murder.”

[deanaeternus]

“Exactly. Sammy said he has a special knife or something. I don’t really get it but should we go after it? Cain’s long dead right, wouldn’t that leave the dagger somewhere in, like, Israel?” Dean flipped through another page and saw a black mark that looked like a tattoo. “Personally, if that Archangel comes after us I’m gonna get pissy. I mean, we’re the good guys here.” Dean grumbled. He glanced over where Chris was working out and licked his lips. It was hard work not getting distracted by the Echoist.

“What do you think? We put a feel out for this thing? The deaths are starting to make a dent. Last time I summoned an Archangel into a circle of holy oil, it went pretty damn badly.” He added. “You’re making me feel lazy over here.” He chuckled. 

Flipping another page, he paused. It looked like it was saying the dagger had to be given by Cain. “This Cain dude may not be dead after all, Chris. It says he has to choose to give the dagger to someone.”