WINCHESTER.

[griefdaddy]

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 AS INSPIRED BY THE FIRST SEASON OF SUPERNATURAL. CANON DIVERGENT. TOLERATED BY KING.

META | PROMPTS | HUNTING THINGS WITH ... tbd !

* read canon divergence & portrayal notes before interacting.

UGLYASS GUIDELINES ! ( until my carrd is done )

adult in my 30s, any pronouns are fine.

mutuals only. if i don't follow you back, don't interact.

idc what format you use, go nuts.

i love shipping, but i won't soften john's terrible personality to make it fluffy. he doesn't love easy, but he is a slut.

i do write smut when the mood strikes. i tag it as usfw / if you need to block it. pretty much the only thing i will tag, so stay on your toes.

don't "thanks for the follow!" or "do u want to plot?" at me, i'll die. just send me a meme or an idea if you want to start writing w me pls.

be warned that this blog will heavily feature southern gothic horror, violence, and biblical content; john and i are both christians, and i enjoy leaning into it for my portrayal.

if we're mutuals can we actually interact pls & ty. consistent silence or weird energy gets u blocked.

i look like a hardass but random messages / tags / memes / starters from mutuals are sooo sexy to me i promise. always welcome.

always remember that i am not your therapist. no traumadumping, no overdosing me with negativity or drama, no sympathybaiting. i'm here to have fun with fiction, not live out your diary entries.

my john does not follow every canon story beat, so don't assume a thing without asking / plotting first.

my john says awful things. he's abusive. he was born and raised in the south, and some of his views reflect this. mun does not equal muse. this is your trigger warning.

i'm very down to have mains, affiliates, exclusives, ship exclusives, whatever. as long as we're both semi-active and have at least one interaction under our belt, hmu.

i'm hard (...blocking you if our chemistry is meh)

[griefdaddy]

𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙴𝙻 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳, "𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝚂 𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙰𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝙲𝚃."

been trying to avoid this. this particular one on one with the being that dragged his son up to safety from the lowest place imaginable. the one and the same who looks right through him. god's own eyes and hands. very real evidence of the unavoidable: his prayers were always heard, they simply went ignored. "yeah? thanks for educating me on who i am." it lacks the bite it would ordinarily possess. too quiet. there were birds out here before, weren't there? he'd heard them. why he sat out here to begin with. but they're silent now, as if the angel's very presence asked the world to wait.

how does anyone argue with an angel? finds himself at an uncharacteristic loss, tongue tied up around the endless possibilities of what @chyremn sees in the dusty corners of his soul. keeps his head down, busies himself with cleaning his guns like he doesn't have a care. like he doesn't feel castiel's gaze, heavy, branding him with every sin on his roster. like his flesh hasn't betrayed him with goosebumps already, just being this damn close to him. "if you've got a problem with me, just say it. better yet, move on. already know exactly what kind of man i am, where i've been, where i might end up. you focus on my boys. they're still moldable." they need more help than john's ever found himself capable of giving.

[stickingupforsammy]

[sweeetestcurse]

Jeffrey Dean Morgan as Max in The Resident (2011)

[griefdaddy]

𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙽 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳, "𝙸 𝙷𝙾𝙿𝙴 𝙸𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙷 𝙸𝚃."

his firstborn son has never been good at picking his battles. john can count on one hand the number of times they've fought, and every single one was sprung from nowhere, by @picksmusic, into the worst possible timing. take now. his skin gone crimson and vulnerable under john's hands, flesh holding together only by the grace of these ongoing stitches. it's infuriating, this close call. makes him want to grab dean by the shoulders and shake him, or embrace him. he offers neither.

his answering silence controls the room for a moment. settles it down over dean like a blanket, robbing him of a reaction, buys himself some time to compose his own damn self. finally says, nice and even, "don't care for that tone, son." continues his meticulous work keeping dean from bleeding out all over the stained motel bathroom. yes, it was john's call, john's hunt. didn't make the dumb choice that followed his mistake to bear. "wouldn't have happened if you'd been out of the way. i had it. you didn't need to come charging over like a damn bull. how many times do i need to tell you, huh? you don't worry about me during a hunt. that's the thing that kills you some day, you understand me?" jaw clenches. it's too easy to picture standing at his own kid's funeral, his blood on his hands. can't even stomach it. "i need you to wisen up."

[griefdaddy]

idk how niche this is but 3 doors down songs are so john coded

[griefdaddy]

𝙲𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳, "𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙽𝚂."

breathes out a laugh he doesn't really feel. it's a challenge almost worth accepting when he's jonesing this badly for a fight. might as well be dean's age again for all the adrenaline licking its way through his veins now, tickling his knuckles, dimming the lights in that part of the brain responsible for any goddamn sense. @cainevesson represents his sons' truly dumbass decisions. cain stands for a nonsensical comeback story for the undeserving. what the fuck is a demon ever good for but another future tragedy?

"yeah, tell me. what's gonna happen?" there is a lick of sense somewhere, though, because john is keeping his hands to himself. knows when's enough. always has. just pushes the buttons anyway, most of the time. all depends on how well he likes his odds. "need you to know one thing. just 'cause my shit for brain sons want to rub shoulders with you nowadays? don't mean that you're not going to end up right back where you belong the second you step out of line." a beat. he's leaned in close enough to feel the heat of him, but hey. still not touching. "you hear me?"

[griefdaddy]

griefdaddy? superb. yes daddy. quality blog i say.

takes one to know one huh... it's sonny with a chance of daddy rn

[griefdaddy]

anyway. have some time off work to burn this week so you bet i've got a to do list:

clear out inbox

finish carrd / write dossier

write verses (the boys, marvel, & tons of aus / what ifs within the spn canon...)

throw some surprise starters at my mutuals or smth maybe idk

[griefdaddy]

john and angels btw. john's extremely complex problems and his weakened but present faith face to face with real angels btw. do you get what i mean

[spokitten]

"Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days"

[griefdaddy]

𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙽 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳, "𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙽'𝚃 𝚂𝙰𝚈 𝙰 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳?"

the motel room lamp flickers as though gasping its final breath. he's counting bullets before he slips them back into their cases, tossing them into a duffel bag alongside two day old shirts, journals, crumpled up hunt information printed on library paper. there's shit everywhere in here. doesn't need to pack most of it back up, though. only want the necessities. weapons, clothes, intel. the rest of it can rot until the next sorry motherfucker checks in.

and @bloodsalted? he's still in the doorway with his thumb up his ass instead of helping him pack. john pauses long enough to shoot him a measured look. it's had years of practice, this particular level of paternal warning. "you're a grownass man, dean, you didn't need me to hold your hand through a few weeks." a few more steps bring him close enough to press the duffel into his son's hand. ignores the tension pulled taut between them, the echo of it in john's chest. he hadn't meant to be gone that long. couldn't be helped, either. not much left to do about it now. "help me get this shit to the car. we need to get a move on."

[griefdaddy]

you didn't go by research1ng, 1mpala and broth3r recently? my bad, it all looked similar. we'd love for good bloggos to stay is all

i did not. but i get it and agree w the sentiment my guy. there's a balance between not expecting everyone to be chronically online 24/7 but also wanting them to put the effort in and show up if they're gonna bother making the blog at all. i've heard from friends still around that there's a pretty exhausting bloghopping trend all over the rpc in general right now, which i'm guessing is where the frustration is coming from. and i echo that. kids these days and them damn phones, etc.

anyway, i plan on sticking around, so prepare to get sick of nonstop dad jokes. i hope your rp experience improves.

[griefdaddy]

Will you stick around for more than 2 weeks this time?

baby girl i haven't been "around" since arcane rpc of early 2025 don't trauma dump on me i just got here

[randalkirkland]

Jeffrey Dean Morgan as John Winchester Supernatural (2005-2020)

[recordmemes]

༘⋆｡ stirring the pot starters

a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!

you  weren't  supposed  to  hear  that.

don't  look  at  me  like  i'm  the  only  one  lying.

want  to  tell  them,  or  should  i?

you  think  i  don't  know  what  you  did?

i've  hit  people  for  less.

oh,  i  thought  you  already  knew.

that's  funny,  you  didn't  say  that  last  night.

say  that  again.  i  dare  you.

you  wanna  talk  about  loyalty?

no  offense,  but  if  you're  the  last  to  know,  that's  on  you.

go  ahead  -  pretend  like  it  wasn't  your  idea!

they  deserve  to  know  the  truth.

you  didn't  hear  this  from  me,  but  -

oh,  so  now  you  care?

don't  flatter  yourself.  you  were  just  convenient.

you  crossed  a  line.

we  had  bets  on  how  long  it  would  last.

it's  not  even  a  secret  anymore.

you  don't  get  to  cry  about  it  now.

touch  me  again  and  see  what  happens.

say  it  again.  louder  this  time.

you  really  thought  nobody  would  find  out?

don't  act  so  innocent.

okay,  but  am  i  the  villain  for  laughing?

tell  me  who  else  knows.  right  now.

this  whole  time,  and  you  didn't  say  a  word?

don't  act  brave  now.

you're  really  gonna  do  this  here?

it  wasn't  supposed  to  get  this  far!

you  can't  rewrite  history.

oh,  i'd  never  say  it  to  their  faces.

it  was  supposed  to  stay  between  us.

we're  all  thinking  it,  i  just  said  it.

you're  not  as  untouchable  as  you  act.

do  you  even  feel  guilty?

they  warned  me  about  you.

go  ahead,  make  it  worse.

if  you  repeat  this,  i'll  deny  everything.

the  next  thing  out  of  your  mouth  better  be  an  apology.

you're  about  three  seconds  away  from  regretting  this.

you  keep  pushing,  and  i'll  push  you  back.

they're  going  to  find  out.

one  more  lie,  and  i  walk.

they're  lying  to  you.

you  need  to  back  off.  now.

you're  defending  them?  after  everything?

don't  try  to  hide  it.

tell  me,  was  i  just  a  placeholder?

you  really  think  sorry  fixes  this?

there's  nothing  left  to  say.

don't  act  like  you're  the  one  hurting.

i  don't  owe  you  any  explanation.

whatever  helps  you  sleep  at  night.

you  should've  seen  this  coming.

i  hope  it  was  worth  it.

i  told  the  truth.  just  not  all  of  it.

you'll  miss  me  before  i  miss  you.

smile.  you're  ruining  the  mood.

i'd  watch  that  tone  if  i  were  you.

it's  not  my  fault  you  believed  me.

you  have  such  a  talent  for  pretending  you're  innocent.

we  both  know  this  is  over.

i  never  said  i  was  a  good  person.

i  thought  you  were  different.

[orenju]

"John's favourite was Sam.", "No, John's favourite was Dean.", "John's favourite was actually Adam!"

John's favourite was actually the ghost of Mary Winchester that haunted his psyche to the point he neglected the shit out of all three of his children.