His Father's son

Indie Dean: seasons 1-10, skips 11, goes to 12 to current. I am my father's son, Sam's protector. I am tired, but there's no stopping, no rest for the wicked. And I am wicked. I was a Demon after all. I was in Hell, I've killed. There's no light at the end of the tunnel for me. Sideblog, will follow on reluctant-savior, please read rules before interactions

[deanjackles]

Dean Winchester | Supernatural: 9x12 Sharp Teeth

[fathers-soldier]

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Michael had to admit. This place...it was different from where he’d come from. So much better. The weather was nicer. And this body! Dean Winchester may not have been a spry young man, but there was power behind him, and an alcohol problem, but that could be fixed.

He hummed to himself as he strolled down the street, giddy that no one was the wiser.

[fathers-soldier]

“My family is hard to keep down. Now. Get out of my grandson.”

“Let me think about that....mnnno.” The Archangel’s sardonic smile was too close to Dean’s. “He agreed to this, Henry. Just like John agreed. It’s his birthright.”

[fathers-soldier]

paterperierat:

“you look as though you’ve seen a ghost.”

“You were supposed to be dead, it was written.”

[jaredandjensen]

Jensen + Tumblr Hashtags

[rp-meme-central]

Send “Sleep already!” for a starter where my muse is very clearly sleep-deprived, but refuses to sleep.

Send “refuse to snooze” for your muse to be the sleep-deprived one. 

[thespywhospies]

Supernatural AU: Priest!Cas & Demon!Dean Where is your God now, Castiel?

[bonnietohisclyde]

fathers-soldier:

dean grinned at him and finished his hot dog, then sucked down a bit of the soda he’d gotten to accompany it. “What’s say we catch a movie or something? Come on, we need a little fun. And something that’s not in a book.”

“Since when do we have time for fun?” It’s a little bitter, but hidden under the casual question, rolling down the window just a little more from his brother choosing to share his breath.  “Good luck finding something not from one of our books.  Didn’t you know the new in thing has to do with things that can kill you?”

[fathers-soldier]

“Never, so it’s high time. A strip club maybe?” Dean frowned at his brother, shaking his head. “You’re even gloomier than usual, come on Sam, please?”

[vitapurgatorium-blog]

fathers-soldier:

Dean glared. “no point. You’re just a creepy fuck. Do I need a point?” He wasn’t happy Alistair was here. Alive.

The demon’s amusement spiked hard enough that his lips twitched upward. With an air of causality he strode closer to his former pupil. Lips peeled back to reveal the teeth, a trick of the light shone a layers of hungry fangs. “Floundering without direction again are we Dean?”

[fathers-soldier]

Dean stepped back as Alistair came closer, and did some semblance of a smile that sent his stomach in knots. “I have a direction. It’s just not your direction, Alistair.”

[fathers-soldier]

Should I give Dean and John their own blog?

(on that note, should they share a blog, or have separate blogs?)

[fathers-soldier]

vitapurgatorium:

fathers-soldier:

‘Bones, joints, you keep them in a jar and it’s creepy as fuck.” Dean pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest.

Those items apparently had left a mark on him. That only served to amuse the demon. His stance did not mirror the hunter’s. Alastair was feeling quite relaxed and at ease, even as the Winchester closed himself off. “Your point?”

Dean glared. “no point. You’re just a creepy fuck. Do I need a point?” He wasn’t happy Alistair was here. Alive.

[fathers-soldier]

“Ah Dean,” the demon sighed and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.  “If you had paid any attention to anatomy, you would know that they are not bones, but joints.”

‘Bones, joints, you keep them in a jar and it’s creepy as fuck.” Dean pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest.

[fathers-soldier]

vitapurgatorium:

“I swear I’ll never understand people and their desire to collect useless trinkets.”

“Says the demon who collects the knucklebones of his victims.”

[fathers-soldier]

“That doesn’t mean you need to smell like one.” God, he was related to this oaf.  Sighing a little, he took the air freshener, putting it into place and leaning away from the other.  For that, he was finding revenge tonight, he just hadn’t planned how, just yet.   

dean grinned at him and finished his hot dog, then sucked down a bit of the soda he’d gotten to accompany it. “What’s say we catch a movie or something? Come on, we need a little fun. And something that’s not in a book.”

[fathers-soldier]

“Seriously?” The question is more ‘little brother-y’ than he’d like it to sound, but there it was, as the man leaned a little away from this brother all the same.  “We’re rolling the windows down on the way back.”

“Come on Sammy, live a little. We just took down a pack of werewolves.” He said through a mouthful of hot dog. “And that’s what air freshners are. Here.” He reached into the glovebox and handed a small clip-on one to Sam, making sure he breathed heavily in his face.

[alaynestone]

#celebratingdean   -   week 15: monsters shifter!dean  &  his thing for knives  .

[fathers-soldier]

bonnietohisclyde:

“That doesn’t look edible.” 

“Shut up, it’s delicious.” Extra onions and mayo and chili sauce on a hot dog.