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Forget the hearse, 'cause I'll never die I got nine lives, cat's eyes Abusin' every one of them, and runnin' wild
Well, I'm back in black Yes, I'm back in black
An Independent, Canon-Divergent, 21+ Dean Winchester RP blog
Est. Dec, 2025 Previously written in 2012 by mo-mi
He's so angry. How could they? Dean Snaps the laptop in front of him closed. This isn't what he signed up for. "How do you kill off the best character in a plane crash? What the hell, man?" They killed off McDreamy and there's nothing good left in the world. This is why he doesn't like TV shows. His hand lingers over the laptop, considering punishing it for the crimes of Grey's Anatomy. "I'm done with this crap."
Supernatural
1.01 "Pilot" / 1.08 "Bugs" / 1.10 "Asylum" / 1.12 "Faith" / 1.15 "The Benders" / 1.18 "Something Wicked"
season one + Dean's names for Sam
` * MISC. QUOTES - - 𝘽𝙏𝙑𝙎 ( misc. quotes from the hit show 'buffy the vampire slayer' ).
► you're not friends. you'll never be friends. you'll be in love till it kills you both. ► you have no idea what it's like to have done the things i've done. ► they'll never know how tough it is. to be the one who isn't chosen. ► you're not special, you're extraordinary. ► you're a hell of a woman. you're the one. ► what's the point? don't you get it? you get born, you grow up, and you die. that's the end. ► strong is fighting. it's hard, and it's painful, and it's every day. ► i may be love's bitch, but at least i'm man enough to admit it. ► in the end, we all are who we are, no matter how much we may appear to have changed. ► the only thing i had going for me was you. ► i'm just trying to find my place in the world. you know, get a job, maybe do something meaningful with my life. ► i saved the world with talking. go me! ► you're beneath me. ► we're the best friends ever. who's more afraid of lesbians than the 12th century? ► this is my town, too. ► the world is doomed. let's get coffee. ► did anyone ever tell you you're kind of a glorified bricklayer with delusions of grandeur? ► it's not about right. it's not about wrong. it's about power. ► the hardest thing in this world is to live in it. ► do you like my mask? isn't it pretty? it raises the dead. ► you kill me now, you become me. you're not ready for that. ► you're not a schoolgirl. you're a creature of darkness. like me.
can you tell i missed out on smth fundamental in my formative years 😏
compatiissante asked:
❛ you were like puppets. and you could do things you normally can't do. you were like, what's that movie... raccaccoonie? ❜
"Racca--what-now?" But it sounds straightforward enough. It sounds like a possession. Probably, anyway. Or some kind of blood magic? He's not actually sure. But it sounds like something and that he's sure of. "So lemme get this straight, 're you sayin' this thing possessed you an' made you do all this shit? Am I getting it right?"
"You know what, yeah. I'll .. get right on that." A bitchy defeat, but protests and pleas only seem to spur him on in this kind of mood. It was sort of funny the first time, mostly out of surprise, but goddamn did it get old. Dean can have his fun at the low, low price of Sam's brainstem seeking eye-roll, and the dirty laminated menu shoved back toward his side of the table.
Eventually, he'll get bored. That can't come soon enough.
"Come on, pick something. I want to get out of here." Not that there's any real rush in this early bird frame for dinner, but he could use a shower, a reset from a long day. In a joint this grimy, Sam's only got eyes for the vegetarian selection. "The special's like, four different fried meats. You'll love it."
His tongue is pressed up against his front teeth, smartass grin tugging at his cheeks while he holds in another snicker at his brother's expense. Shuffling a bit in his seat, Dean tries to move the goofy energy through him and out so he could settle in for their evening snack. "C'mon Sammy, lighten up a lil'. I think y're just hangry and takin' it out on the townspeople," i.e. him, "Next time I'll get you a Mighty Kid's Meal next time we got a long day, 'kay?"
Face pressed into a tight smile as the waitress sidles up to their table, he lets it bloom back into a toothy grin when she smiles down on them with her notepad. He orders said special as if it were his idea, along with extra fries and a beer to help wash down the four meats and all that extra grease. Making a bet with himself, Dean's eyeing his brother waiting to see if he goes for the house salad or what will probably be the world's worst veggie burger. The waitress jots it all down and Dean waits until she's down to her next table before he leans in conspiratorially, "Y'know what I really wanna know, what the Hell happened to that guy's car back there. Talk about Frankenstein, that thing looked like it was made outta the corpses of every shitty car ever made. You think the demon made him do that too?"
He's been asleep since Christmas, rising only to piss and shove cold leftovers into his mouth, snores wracking through the motel room walls belligerently regardless of the hour. Who can blame him for partying hard on the best holiday of the year?
if I don’t reply just assume it’s my curse acting up
[EXTREMELY HAUNTED & HOLLOW-EYED LOOK] yeah man i’m doing. Really good
Sweeter than candy
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@ghoulishundertakings asked:
❛ i'm not ready to fight yet. ❜
"Cool, then step back. I'm ready." He is, almost always--but especially just then. It's an instinct that kicked in almost immediately. The fight to most of society's flight. Maybe some people would see it as chivalrous, stepping out in front of the girl. Sacrificing his body to the line of fire. But it's drive, a craving for blood and violence, metal and viscera. Nothing noble.
The darkness shifts in front of them in the small, wooded stretch. Hair raise on the back of his neck as Dean edges towards that ominous shuffling. "But if you don't wanna fight, you should leave now before it gets bloody." Whose blood? He'd find out.
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@coivi | plotted starter
Lonely, long days on the road had been consuming Dean for a while when he'd finally made the decision to pull over for a time. To stop his own roaming and let himself see what freedom could look like off of the road--if only for a day or two. Isolation'll do a number on you. He nods, agreeing with himself as he hums his frustration out over the dashboard. The long lonely days had made way to longer, anticipatory nights recently, a turn for neither the better nor the worse. Just for the strange.
Thing had been...weird. Without his dad. Without Sammy. Without much in the ways of company at all outside of the hum of the road under him and the occasional small talk with a roadside waitress. If he was lucky, she was funny. If he wasn't, she'd find his charm gross and treat him appropriately. Dean had gotten used to it, the quiet familiarity even in towns he'd never seen before. It soothed him these days.
That's why he'd chosen one to meet Cyrus at. Cyrus. His dad had never mentioned the guy, not when he was a kid, and never when he was on the road. Which was bizarre to Dean. It left him wondering what the hell was wrong with this dude. Or what the hell his dad had done to him. After all, John Winchester had a special reputation all his own. Dean's hands tightened on the leather of Baby's wheel, letting her purr calm him to something more moderate.
Every time he met someone knew who'd befriended his dad, Dean waited to meet the person who'd punch him in the face just for committing the crime of being his offspring. As if he, of anyone, didn't know exactly who his dad was. His dad was the kind of guy who'd stow a nameless phone number on a random page of a diary and write nothing but 'For Emergencies' above it. He'd finally reached the point of considering it a real emergency and sent a text to the strange number.
And now, as he pulls into the parking lot of a small diner he'd always remember for its peach cobbler and gorgeous staff, he starts to second guess the whole journey. It's a public, well-lit place--other than the darkened corners of the lot away from the business' neon sign. And there were enough people parked all around that he wasn't too worried about what those shady edges could conceal. Likely, it was just debris and dirt flung from the freeway.
It feels like the weirdest Tinder date anyone's ever been on, waiting for the faceless man from his father's journal to appear. Would he know who it was when they entered? Would he have to flag the guy down? The novel situation has him stumbling mentally for a moment as he tries to get his bearings while a young waitress with bouncing brown curls guides him to a vinyl booth with squeaking seats. With a grin and a show of gratitude, he straightens back up--once again in his element. Text the guy. Rolling his eyes in a performance meant only for himself, Dean starts tapping large fingers on a tiny screen.
[ Dean: Hey made it. ]
[ Dean: Third booth from the back by the window. ]
[ Dean: Lemme know if you want a coffee. ]
@narrativeabducted asked:
Sass has been yapping about Homestuck: Beyond Canon for approximately the past twenty minutes, mostly nonstop, instead of answering the question that was actually posed to them. Finally they do pause. Squint at Dean and say, "I feel like you're not getting how this is connected." // Unprompted
"Not even a little, kid." Dean's seen the word Homestuck before, usually when he's gone too deep into some internet rabbit hole he has to break himself away from when it gets too strange. But it was usually only in passing, and he really didn't get what it was. The rambling hadn't helped that out at all. If anything, he's just more confused than he was when they'd started in on him. "You lost me at 'Canon'." Really, they'd lost him the second they veered off topic. "What's this gotta do with that missing pilates class?"
@m0tel asked:
"It's pretty far, but I think we can make it." ( sam )
"How long'd you say we have 'til it's too late?" Dean's eyeing the map on the screen between them hard, trying to figure out exactly how fast he can go, where they can minimize breaks. If he can pull an all-nighter or if they should crash for a few hours so he doesn't end up dozing and veering off into the woods somewhere a leg away from where they were trying to get. It's not as serious of an occasion for once, just a drive to see Jody through a wide stretch of the country--with a deadline of her birthday.
But when someone's there for you the way Jody is for them, it has to be the priority. Celebrating her while she's still around to celebrate has to be Dean's priority. Or maybe, he just really needs the long break. Who could say? He's leaning out over the map, eyes trailing the paths from point A to point B, mind flickering with the possibilities. From the balmy Gulf Coast to the icy western plains. "Let's head out in a couple hours, I wanna make a pit stop on our way up there."
They had to get her a gift.
