[doomedson]

YOU'RE PRAYING TO A SISTER THAT'S ALREADY DEAD. BEGGING HER TO BECOME YOUR GOD.

#doomedson ! an independent portrayal of dean winchester, twin to millie winchester of the cw's supernatural. "i woke up screaming in the middle of the night. dad didn't have to tell me you were gone!" graced by noah. triggering content within. read rules before interaction.

ALL YOUR LIFE YOU'VE BEEN DIGGING YOUR OWN GRAVE. BURYING THE PIECES OF YOURSELF THAT YOU COULDN'T ALLOW TO SURVIVE AFTER THAT NIGHT. YOU COULDN'T SAVE HER AND YOU CAN'T SAVE YOURSELF.

navigation: carrd. music in the impala. verses.

heavily affiliated to: @doomedaughter

other blog: @retriibutions

je.nsen a.ckles used as fc upon request.

important information regarding dean:

dean and millie winchester are twins. his story revolves heavily around the loss of her and eventually reunion. most seasons are canon compliant with the addition of millie.

dean winchester is hard of hearing and suffers from chronic pain from years hunting and the many injuries he has suffered.

he has depression, bpd, and abandonment issues. john winchester was incredibly abusive to his children and dean is trying hard to break the cycle of abuse.

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[doomedson]

Thank you for the follow back I look forward to plotting

ofc !!! and I'll answer your dms / asks soon i just got caught up in anime today lol

[danielsarmand]

Malcolm in the Middle 1.02 Red Dress

[rylandsgrace]

Malcolm in The Middle (2000 - 2006) I 2.01

[ozarkthedog]

SHAWN HATOSY as ANDREW "POPE" CODY Animal Kingdom 04.08 Ambo

[mernickgifs]

[cynicalromanticx]

Felicity 2x23 - The Biggest Deal There Is.

[gargoyles42]

[ledwinged]

[emwheezie]

"time heals all wounds" WRONG. time is chasing me with a knife

[beybuniki]

big brother guardian angel

[queermania]

there's no amount of meta i could write that would ever come close to explaining dean's relationship with the people around him better than that scene in 'home' where dean calls his dad crying because he doesn't know what to do and his dad's voicemail tells him to call himself if it's an emergency.

[themonstersamongus]

Alastair laughed softly, a sound like glass stirred in honey, pleased in a way that had nothing to do with kindness. He tilted his head, studying Dean the way an artist studies a canvas just before the first cut of the blade. “Oh, listen to you,” he murmured, mock-warm, mock-proud. “So eager. Still trying to make this mean something. Still pretending it’s about strength, or skill, or earning it.”

His thumb brushed Dean’s jaw again, slower now, possessive. “You think picking up the knife makes this your choice?” A quiet chuckle slipped out. “That’s adorable. You don’t pick the blade, Dean. The blade picks you. Same as it always has.” He leaned closer, voice dropping into something intimate and poisonous. “Hunting taught you how to fight monsters. I’m going to teach you how to become one.”

Alastair straightened, circling just out of reach, savoring the tension. “But don’t worry,” he added lightly, almost playful, “I’ll take my time. You’ve got so much potential left to ruin. And when you finally break?” His smile sharpened. “You won’t even remember why you ever thought you were begging to get out.”

[doomedson]

over and over again, he had to remind himself that this was a choice he made. whatever alastair said to the opposite, it was his choice. he had chosen to trade his life for sammy's. and that meant something greater than what alastair thought he could take away. it meant sam was alive and he was moving on. finding his place in the world without dean, and hopefully, without hunting. like he deserved. dean chose to give him that.

"is that all you're gonna do,—talk?" he forced out sarcasm with a growl, trying to cover up the desire to beg. to bed to be brought down off the rack, to be free of the torture he had withstood for thirty years. dean had screamed himself raw over and over again, had shed tears beyond what he thought possible. and eventually, his snark had quitted. but he brought it back now, trying to seem like this didn't effect him as much as it did.

he won't become a monster. won't let his soul turn into a demon. he promises himself this. and naively, he believes he can make this promise stay true. "i already said i'll pick up the knife. what more do you want?"

[suckerrpunched]

"A bullet wound is not okay. We'll patch it up now, whether you like it or not. The job's not going anywhere." Annaleigh states firmly. She's just as stubborn as he is and isn't going to back down.

She unzipped her bag, sticking a hand inside and searched for her first aid kit. It took a few seconds of rummaging around before she found the small blue bag of medical supplies. Annaleigh pulls it out and zips the bag up.

[doomedson]

taking bullets was a normal part of hunting. dean had been shot, stabbed, all sorts of things. and usually he waited until back in the motel to worry about patching himself up. if you could survive long enough to get to the motel, chances were you were going to live.

"just be fast," he murmurs. it isn't that he's not grateful, it's that he doesn't want to stay here long. "if someone heard the shots, police will be on their way."

[probuccalfat]

there’s just always something fucking happening

[quiroptofobia]

Blowing out a sigh, Yurem nearly misses a tune when interrupted so abruptly. For a moment, he considers ignoring this man but ultimately decides against it because he's sure that will only make him look suspicious. So, after putting his violin back in its case, he leaves the stage to instead ask the bartender for a glass of ice-cold water.

❝ You're lucky I'm on my break. What can I do for you, officer? ❞

[doomedson]

patrons of the bar were going missing, only to turn up in multiple pieces a few weeks later. it's the reason why the winchesters were even there in the first place. trying to decide if this was a case for them or just a human serial killer.

he gave the other a charming, small smile. "how often are you here?" he had already questioned the bartender. "and have you seen anything suspicious lately?"

[hangtenn]

yeah, lennon herself just got a pabst blue ribbon because it's the cheapest beer most bar has, not to mention, not the most terrible. it's a beer they've had many times at different punk shows through out the years. ( it's almost comfortable, in a way. nostalgic of a crazier time in her life. ) oh, poor sam. as if it's her fault that dean can't seem to keep his hands to himself?

"aw, don't call sam a problem. he's not a problem," the blonde chirps, head tilting to the side. ( she actually likes sam, dean! ) she'll bring their beer up to their lips, a soft hum leaving them as icy blue eyes search around the bar for some form of entertainment.

"let's see if we can get some more cash, yeah? hustle them a little bit. bet they'll think they can win 'cause they think i can't play,"

[doomedson]

he sets down the empty beer bottle, ignoring the way sam grumbles to himself about dean's offer to kick him from the motel room. truthfully, sleeping in the impala was probably cleaner than most old, cheap motels they stayed in. the only problem was that it was cramped for dean, which meant it required folding sam's giant frame into puzzle pieces to fit.

"if we kick him out, he's more likely to go off and find himself a date," that wasn't true and sam rolled his eyes in response. "i'm just playing with you, sammy," he tells his brother before winking at lennon.

no doubt those guys at the pool tables would look at lennon and expect that they were just another dumb girl. dean'd been in enough bars to know most pool players in shitty little places like this were idiots. so he grins at her and nods. "let's go take all their hard earned money."