the family business

I’m supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure / Even though I hold the weight of the { whole world } on my shoulders / I ain’t never s u p p o s e d to show it. N A V I G A T I O N Muse & Mun both 18+ Tracking #iamdeanwinchester

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“I think I hurt myself.”

Dean glanced around the sunset-lit street and spotted the source of the statement. He cocked his head slightly and waited to walk over until after his vision began adjusting to the waning light. He walked over with purpose, but all senses were widely alert on instinct. Dean scoped out the area surrounding the woman as he made his way over, scanning for any signs of danger or hints at what may have happened. “Hey,” he called, “You okay? Need me t’ call someone for ya?”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet nodded. “Been trying to find where I want to call home. Haven’t found it yet,” she explained. She smiled at the offer. “How can I refuse a ride in that?” Her eyes dipped to the impala. It really was a gorgeous car. “If you don’t mind driving me back. I never listened well to the whole ‘don’t get in cars with strangers’ thing anyway.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

Dean grinned widely. A girl who appreciated Baby’s beauty? What a rarity. “’Course,” he joked with her, “Don’t want you running into more people and spraining your other ankle.” He winked and opened the passenger side. “Alright, you’re riding with me, so here’re the house rules. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts her cakehole. Better hope you like classic rock,” Dean smirked as he walked over to get in on the driver’s side.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“Salt, Holy Water, book about exorcism.. believe me I’m prepared.” (Ariel, somethingxgreater)

@somethingxgreater

“Heh,” the demon chuckled, “Yeah? And what, exactly, are you plannin’ on doing with that?” Demon Dean blinked and let his eyes switch to black as he took a strong step toward the young woman. 

[somethingxgreater]

Ariel kept standing her ground not flinching as the demon’s eyes turn black and him stepping forward. “For now, nothing. Just know if you’re planning on anything I will banish you back to hell.” She looked him directly in his black soul eating eyes.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

Dean smirked, taking another step. “Oh, darlin’...I’d love to see you try.” He narrowed his eyes at her and gave her a good once-over before slowly blinking and staring directly back into her eyes. Well. It certainly was refreshing to have a bit of a challenge. “I think you’re forgettin’ that I used to be a hunter, sweetheart. I know all the tricks in the damn book. What’s your plan, hmm? Hidden devil’s trap somewhere? Lines of salt? Bucket of holy water?” 

[somethingxgreater]

“Oh I know the famous Winchester brothers.” She smiled almost softly at the demon as he took a step closer to her, her still not flinching. As he took a good all over look at her she crossed her arms over her chest raising her eyebrows. “Like what you see?” She asked unimpressed.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip as he chuckled darkly. “Mm..I definitely do. Although I think you’d look much better after I’m through with you,” Dean leaned in closer to her, but only to a calculated point that would unnerve most people...he wasn’t that reckless. He intentionally left his statement ominous - he wanted her to play it over and over again in her head, wondering whether he meant torture, possession, something a little more fun for both of them, or something different altogether. 

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“I think I hurt myself.”

Dean glanced around the sunset-lit street and spotted the source of the statement. He cocked his head slightly and waited to walk over until after his vision began adjusting to the waning light. He walked over with purpose, but all senses were widely alert on instinct. Dean scoped out the area surrounding the woman as he made his way over, scanning for any signs of danger or hints at what may have happened. “Hey,” he called, “You okay? Need me t’ call someone for ya?”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet looked up at the man calling at her then looked back to her ankle. It hurt like hell but it didn’t look wrong. It just hurt. “Some ass came running through here. I tried to step away but he hit me and I think my ankles fucked up.” The blonde moved to stand and hissed slightly. “No one to call. Thanks though.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He let out a soft sigh of relief. Okay, not everyone who gets hurt is attacked, Dean, he reminded himself. Dean chuckled lightly then directed his attention back to her as she tried to stand up. He immediately reached out a hand to catch her in case she fell, knowing how this could go. He and Sammy tried this nearly every time they got hurt - trying to stand up way too soon & almost immediately falling over. Must be a Winchester trait.

“Whoa, just hold on a sec. Lemme take a look. I’ve got a lot of experience dealing with injuries…and it doesn’t seem like you can go anywhere just yet. I’ve got a first aid kit in my car if we need it too.”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet wobbled and took his steadying hand to catch herself. She nodded and moved to sit back on the sidewalk. With a whimper and a few choice swear words, she pulled off her shoe to inspect her foot. “You a nurse or something?” She asked, unable to see this guy in scrubs taking care of people, though she knew that wasn’t fair. People didn’t have to look a certain way to do a job.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“Heh, not exactly.” He helped her sit back down and took a knee to look at her ankle. “I’ve got a little brother & he and I…we like to roughhouse, and we get hurt a lot. So I’ve know my way around a first aid kit and a..well, wide variety of injuries.” He wasn’t lying, exactly. Dean gave her a quick, gentle smile and placed a hand on the heel of her foot. “Lemme know what part hurts, okay?” He examined her ankle and foot carefully and as gently as he could, knowing the drill well. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet listened. “I had a brother. He was always getting hurt. But I was always useless in those situations. I panicked,” she said. Sitting forward a bit, she pointed to the inside on her ankle. “It hurts everywhere but right there hurts the worst.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

Dean nodded, “It’s easy to freeze up when things go wrong.” He glanced down and swallowed hard, thinking of all the times he or Sammy had frozen in the moment and made the situation worse. “But hey, hopefully he’s okay now, right?” He nodded again and took a closer look at the inside of her ankle for any visible signs of an injury. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet pressed her lips together. Michael was dead. Michael has been dead for years now. “I hope so,” she said. This stranger didn’t need to hear her life story. “I’m Juliet, by the way,” she said. She glanced around, unsure what to look at. “Is that your car?”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He picked up on the slight signals that indicated something was wrong; that there was some trauma that had to do with this stranger’s brother, but that wasn’t any of his business. He had plenty of hidden things too. “Hey Juliet. Name’s Dean, and yeah. That pretty one right there - the Chevy Impala - that’s my car.” He flashed a million-dollar grin to help lighten the mood. “Lemme go grab some ice from the restaurant right there. I’ll be right back and we can fix you up. Did you walk here?”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet couldn’t help but smile back. “Nice to meet you, Dean. And it is a very pretty car.” She nodded at his question. “Yeah. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“It’s nice to meet ya too, Juliet.” Dean smiled again and offered a hand to help her up. “I’m glad you see it too - otherwise I may not have stayed to help,” he joked. “Yeah, that seems to happen to me quite a bit too.” Dean helped her across the street and sat her down on a bench next to the Impala. “If you wanna sit down, I’ll go grab some ice and get ya all settled, okay?” 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet held onto him tightly as they crossed the street, and she gratefully sat down on the bench. “Okay. Thank you, for actually stopping and helping,” she said. She gave another soft smile up to him.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“Yeah,” Dean shrugged with a soft smile. He made sure she was settled safely then walked into the restaurant, grabbed Juliet some ice (and may or may not have flirted with a waitress or two on the way). Dean walked back out, shaking the bag of ice. “Mission’s a success,” he chuckled lightly, “Here ya go.” He handed it to her and knelt down by her ankle to take a look again as she iced it. “So…you get body-checked by people runnin’ down the street often?” Cracking jokes was his way of trying to lighten the mood, as always. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet waited patiently and gave a relieved smile once the ice was against her ankle. She laughed at that. “Oh definitely,” she joked back. “I’m a professional street hockey player who is all of five feet tall.” She then shook her head. “No. But I am tiny. I am sometimes just manhandled a little too much.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

Oh. She was a jokester too. Dean felt a grin spread across his face as she joked back. He cocked an eyebrow and smirked a little. Manhandled? He fought every urge to make a dirty joke - after all, they had just met. Instead, he just chuckled and smugly teased, “Oh, really?” He shook his head to show her he was just playing around and reassured her, “Nah, I’m sure you can take care of yourself.”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet smiled back at him. His grin was infectious, and she had a feeling it was rare as well. “I’ve learned how to care for myself throughout my time alone,” she said. “I’ve been alone for a while. I had to learn.” She shrugged and looked down at her ankle again. “So… your brother… are you and him close?”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

The grin faded some and he dipped his head, nodding. That sounded all too familiar. “I think I’ve got an idea of what that’s like… it’s a blessing and a curse I guess.” He perked up at the mention of his brother, giving off a “proud dad” sort of vibe, as always. Dean smiled a bit, “Yeah. We’ve spent pretty much our whole lives together, so we kinda have to be.” He tried to make that last part lighthearted since he remembered her reaction when she mentioned her brother. “I think you’d like him.”

[brave-heart-juliet]

His answer was what she expected. “Brothers are special,” she said. She looked at the impala, half expecting to see this brother there. “Is he as handsome as you?” She teased. Speaking about brothers never hurt her. Enough time had passed that it wasn’t much a wound anymore. A scar perhaps. But it was healed. It was a point where thinking of Michael only made her happy.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He breathed out a laugh, “Yeah, they definitely are.” Following her eyeline, Dean chuckled, nodding toward the car. “Ah, Sammy’s taking a little vacation, but yeah, otherwise he’d be with me.” Vacation - not exactly the truth, but Dean didn’t just go around telling people he met on the street that he and his brother were hunters of things that go bump in the night. Sammy was in the next state over doing some research + recon on some strange omens and such in a little rural town. Dean was happily surprised by her reaction - he was glad she was okay with the brother talk, and this conversation was proving to be a nice change of pace for the Winchester. He raised his eyebrows and *may* have blushed, just a little. “Well. I mean, I don’t know about that,” he smirked cheekily and joked, “Sam may have gotten the smarts, but I’ve got the looks.” He subconsciously wetted his lower lip before giving her his trademarked dazzling smile. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet shrugged. “Any man who can help with a twisted ankle as effectively as you definitely has some brains at least. And don’t worry. I’m not much the book type either. Dyslexia and all that. Reading is too much a head ache,” she said. She lifted the ice, rolled her ankle, and nodded happily. But she caught that smile, and her face grew warm and red. It had been a while since a man had even looked twice at her! “Thank you, Dean,” she said, slipping her shoe back on. “Feels tons better now.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He felt his cheeks heat up again, just in the slightest. This girl was so sweet. Maybe too sweet? No. Dean brushed that thought off and let himself enjoy the moment. “Ah, a girl after my own heart,” Dean smiled, teasing lightly, “I’ve never been much of a reader either - but every now and again I’ve found something that’s caught my eye.” Seeing Juliet blush made his smug smile widen even more. “Aw, anytime. I’m glad I found ya. Just be careful the next time - who knows if I’ll be here to save you,” he chuckled. He came to her side and prepped to help her get up in case she wanted it. “You plannin’ on heading home now after your little ‘adventure’?” 

[brave-heart-juliet]

“Oh I love reading! I just suck at it. I love a good book though,” she explained. She thanked him softly as he helped her stand, happy that no pain came from placing weight on her ankle. She hadn’t expected that question. Home. “I’m going back to a bed,” she said and shrugged. “Maybe I’ll see you around, Dean.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

Dean happily helped her up and watched for any winces of pain. He was happily pleased she seemed to be okay, but then brought his gaze up from her ankle to look into her eyes. “Wait, you stayin’ in a motel too?” he half-joked, “I could give ya a ride so you don’t have to put any extra mileage on that ankle of yours.” 

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“Make me.”

@byondtheveil

“Oh?” Dean purred, taking a confident stride toward Rei. “And how exactly do you want me to make you stop bragging?” He cocked a smile and put a hand on the wall next to her, leaving enough room for her to move freely...for now.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“I think I hurt myself.”

Dean glanced around the sunset-lit street and spotted the source of the statement. He cocked his head slightly and waited to walk over until after his vision began adjusting to the waning light. He walked over with purpose, but all senses were widely alert on instinct. Dean scoped out the area surrounding the woman as he made his way over, scanning for any signs of danger or hints at what may have happened. “Hey,” he called, “You okay? Need me t’ call someone for ya?”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet looked up at the man calling at her then looked back to her ankle. It hurt like hell but it didn’t look wrong. It just hurt. “Some ass came running through here. I tried to step away but he hit me and I think my ankles fucked up.” The blonde moved to stand and hissed slightly. “No one to call. Thanks though.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He let out a soft sigh of relief. Okay, not everyone who gets hurt is attacked, Dean, he reminded himself. Dean chuckled lightly then directed his attention back to her as she tried to stand up. He immediately reached out a hand to catch her in case she fell, knowing how this could go. He and Sammy tried this nearly every time they got hurt - trying to stand up way too soon & almost immediately falling over. Must be a Winchester trait.

“Whoa, just hold on a sec. Lemme take a look. I’ve got a lot of experience dealing with injuries…and it doesn’t seem like you can go anywhere just yet. I’ve got a first aid kit in my car if we need it too.”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet wobbled and took his steadying hand to catch herself. She nodded and moved to sit back on the sidewalk. With a whimper and a few choice swear words, she pulled off her shoe to inspect her foot. “You a nurse or something?” She asked, unable to see this guy in scrubs taking care of people, though she knew that wasn’t fair. People didn’t have to look a certain way to do a job.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“Heh, not exactly.” He helped her sit back down and took a knee to look at her ankle. “I’ve got a little brother & he and I…we like to roughhouse, and we get hurt a lot. So I’ve know my way around a first aid kit and a..well, wide variety of injuries.” He wasn’t lying, exactly. Dean gave her a quick, gentle smile and placed a hand on the heel of her foot. “Lemme know what part hurts, okay?” He examined her ankle and foot carefully and as gently as he could, knowing the drill well. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet listened. “I had a brother. He was always getting hurt. But I was always useless in those situations. I panicked,” she said. Sitting forward a bit, she pointed to the inside on her ankle. “It hurts everywhere but right there hurts the worst.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

Dean nodded, “It’s easy to freeze up when things go wrong.” He glanced down and swallowed hard, thinking of all the times he or Sammy had frozen in the moment and made the situation worse. “But hey, hopefully he’s okay now, right?” He nodded again and took a closer look at the inside of her ankle for any visible signs of an injury. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet pressed her lips together. Michael was dead. Michael has been dead for years now. “I hope so,” she said. This stranger didn’t need to hear her life story. “I’m Juliet, by the way,” she said. She glanced around, unsure what to look at. “Is that your car?”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He picked up on the slight signals that indicated something was wrong; that there was some trauma that had to do with this stranger’s brother, but that wasn’t any of his business. He had plenty of hidden things too. “Hey Juliet. Name’s Dean, and yeah. That pretty one right there - the Chevy Impala - that’s my car.” He flashed a million-dollar grin to help lighten the mood. “Lemme go grab some ice from the restaurant right there. I’ll be right back and we can fix you up. Did you walk here?”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet couldn’t help but smile back. “Nice to meet you, Dean. And it is a very pretty car.” She nodded at his question. “Yeah. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“It’s nice to meet ya too, Juliet.” Dean smiled again and offered a hand to help her up. “I’m glad you see it too - otherwise I may not have stayed to help,” he joked. “Yeah, that seems to happen to me quite a bit too.” Dean helped her across the street and sat her down on a bench next to the Impala. “If you wanna sit down, I’ll go grab some ice and get ya all settled, okay?” 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet held onto him tightly as they crossed the street, and she gratefully sat down on the bench. “Okay. Thank you, for actually stopping and helping,” she said. She gave another soft smile up to him.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“Yeah,” Dean shrugged with a soft smile. He made sure she was settled safely then walked into the restaurant, grabbed Juliet some ice (and may or may not have flirted with a waitress or two on the way). Dean walked back out, shaking the bag of ice. “Mission’s a success,” he chuckled lightly, “Here ya go.” He handed it to her and knelt down by her ankle to take a look again as she iced it. “So…you get body-checked by people runnin’ down the street often?” Cracking jokes was his way of trying to lighten the mood, as always. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet waited patiently and gave a relieved smile once the ice was against her ankle. She laughed at that. “Oh definitely,” she joked back. “I’m a professional street hockey player who is all of five feet tall.” She then shook her head. “No. But I am tiny. I am sometimes just manhandled a little too much.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

Oh. She was a jokester too. Dean felt a grin spread across his face as she joked back. He cocked an eyebrow and smirked a little. Manhandled? He fought every urge to make a dirty joke - after all, they had just met. Instead, he just chuckled and smugly teased, “Oh, really?” He shook his head to show her he was just playing around and reassured her, “Nah, I’m sure you can take care of yourself.”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet smiled back at him. His grin was infectious, and she had a feeling it was rare as well. “I’ve learned how to care for myself throughout my time alone,” she said. “I’ve been alone for a while. I had to learn.” She shrugged and looked down at her ankle again. “So… your brother… are you and him close?”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

The grin faded some and he dipped his head, nodding. That sounded all too familiar. “I think I’ve got an idea of what that’s like… it’s a blessing and a curse I guess.” He perked up at the mention of his brother, giving off a “proud dad” sort of vibe, as always. Dean smiled a bit, “Yeah. We’ve spent pretty much our whole lives together, so we kinda have to be.” He tried to make that last part lighthearted since he remembered her reaction when she mentioned her brother. “I think you’d like him.”

[brave-heart-juliet]

His answer was what she expected. “Brothers are special,” she said. She looked at the impala, half expecting to see this brother there. “Is he as handsome as you?” She teased. Speaking about brothers never hurt her. Enough time had passed that it wasn’t much a wound anymore. A scar perhaps. But it was healed. It was a point where thinking of Michael only made her happy.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He breathed out a laugh, “Yeah, they definitely are.” Following her eyeline, Dean chuckled, nodding toward the car. “Ah, Sammy’s taking a little vacation, but yeah, otherwise he’d be with me.” Vacation - not exactly the truth, but Dean didn’t just go around telling people he met on the street that he and his brother were hunters of things that go bump in the night. Sammy was in the next state over doing some research + recon on some strange omens and such in a little rural town. Dean was happily surprised by her reaction - he was glad she was okay with the brother talk, and this conversation was proving to be a nice change of pace for the Winchester. He raised his eyebrows and *may* have blushed, just a little. “Well. I mean, I don’t know about that,” he smirked cheekily and joked, “Sam may have gotten the smarts, but I’ve got the looks.” He subconsciously wetted his lower lip before giving her his trademarked dazzling smile. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet shrugged. “Any man who can help with a twisted ankle as effectively as you definitely has some brains at least. And don’t worry. I’m not much the book type either. Dyslexia and all that. Reading is too much a head ache,” she said. She lifted the ice, rolled her ankle, and nodded happily. But she caught that smile, and her face grew warm and red. It had been a while since a man had even looked twice at her! “Thank you, Dean,” she said, slipping her shoe back on. “Feels tons better now.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He felt his cheeks heat up again, just in the slightest. This girl was so sweet. Maybe too sweet? No. Dean brushed that thought off and let himself enjoy the moment. “Ah, a girl after my own heart,” Dean smiled, teasing lightly, “I’ve never been much of a reader either - but every now and again I’ve found something that’s caught my eye.” Seeing Juliet blush made his smug smile widen even more. “Aw, anytime. I’m glad I found ya. Just be careful the next time - who knows if I’ll be here to save you,” he chuckled. He came to her side and prepped to help her get up in case she wanted it. “You plannin’ on heading home now after your little ‘adventure’?” 

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“Salt, Holy Water, book about exorcism.. believe me I’m prepared.” (Ariel, somethingxgreater)

@somethingxgreater

“Heh,” the demon chuckled, “Yeah? And what, exactly, are you plannin’ on doing with that?” Demon Dean blinked and let his eyes switch to black as he took a strong step toward the young woman. 

[somethingxgreater]

Ariel kept standing her ground not flinching as the demon’s eyes turn black and him stepping forward. “For now, nothing. Just know if you’re planning on anything I will banish you back to hell.” She looked him directly in his black soul eating eyes.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

Dean smirked, taking another step. “Oh, darlin’...I’d love to see you try.” He narrowed his eyes at her and gave her a good once-over before slowly blinking and staring directly back into her eyes. Well. It certainly was refreshing to have a bit of a challenge. “I think you’re forgettin’ that I used to be a hunter, sweetheart. I know all the tricks in the damn book. What’s your plan, hmm? Hidden devil’s trap somewhere? Lines of salt? Bucket of holy water?” 

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“Salt, Holy Water, book about exorcism.. believe me I’m prepared.” (Ariel, somethingxgreater)

@somethingxgreater

“Heh,” the demon chuckled, “Yeah? And what, exactly, are you plannin’ on doing with that?” Demon Dean blinked and let his eyes switch to black as he took a strong step toward the young woman. 

[byondtheveil]

Mer-Rei, what do you think?

[i-am-deanwinchester]

@byondtheveil

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“I think I hurt myself.”

Dean glanced around the sunset-lit street and spotted the source of the statement. He cocked his head slightly and waited to walk over until after his vision began adjusting to the waning light. He walked over with purpose, but all senses were widely alert on instinct. Dean scoped out the area surrounding the woman as he made his way over, scanning for any signs of danger or hints at what may have happened. “Hey,” he called, “You okay? Need me t’ call someone for ya?”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet looked up at the man calling at her then looked back to her ankle. It hurt like hell but it didn’t look wrong. It just hurt. “Some ass came running through here. I tried to step away but he hit me and I think my ankles fucked up.” The blonde moved to stand and hissed slightly. “No one to call. Thanks though.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He let out a soft sigh of relief. Okay, not everyone who gets hurt is attacked, Dean, he reminded himself. Dean chuckled lightly then directed his attention back to her as she tried to stand up. He immediately reached out a hand to catch her in case she fell, knowing how this could go. He and Sammy tried this nearly every time they got hurt - trying to stand up way too soon & almost immediately falling over. Must be a Winchester trait.

“Whoa, just hold on a sec. Lemme take a look. I’ve got a lot of experience dealing with injuries...and it doesn’t seem like you can go anywhere just yet. I’ve got a first aid kit in my car if we need it too.”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet wobbled and took his steadying hand to catch herself. She nodded and moved to sit back on the sidewalk. With a whimper and a few choice swear words, she pulled off her shoe to inspect her foot. “You a nurse or something?” She asked, unable to see this guy in scrubs taking care of people, though she knew that wasn’t fair. People didn’t have to look a certain way to do a job.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“Heh, not exactly.” He helped her sit back down and took a knee to look at her ankle. “I’ve got a little brother & he and I…we like to roughhouse, and we get hurt a lot. So I’ve know my way around a first aid kit and a..well, wide variety of injuries.” He wasn’t lying, exactly. Dean gave her a quick, gentle smile and placed a hand on the heel of her foot. “Lemme know what part hurts, okay?” He examined her ankle and foot carefully and as gently as he could, knowing the drill well. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet listened. “I had a brother. He was always getting hurt. But I was always useless in those situations. I panicked,” she said. Sitting forward a bit, she pointed to the inside on her ankle. “It hurts everywhere but right there hurts the worst.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

Dean nodded, “It’s easy to freeze up when things go wrong.” He glanced down and swallowed hard, thinking of all the times he or Sammy had frozen in the moment and made the situation worse. “But hey, hopefully he’s okay now, right?” He nodded again and took a closer look at the inside of her ankle for any visible signs of an injury. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet pressed her lips together. Michael was dead. Michael has been dead for years now. “I hope so,” she said. This stranger didn’t need to hear her life story. “I’m Juliet, by the way,” she said. She glanced around, unsure what to look at. “Is that your car?”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He picked up on the slight signals that indicated something was wrong; that there was some trauma that had to do with this stranger’s brother, but that wasn’t any of his business. He had plenty of hidden things too. “Hey Juliet. Name’s Dean, and yeah. That pretty one right there - the Chevy Impala - that’s my car.” He flashed a million-dollar grin to help lighten the mood. “Lemme go grab some ice from the restaurant right there. I’ll be right back and we can fix you up. Did you walk here?”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet couldn’t help but smile back. “Nice to meet you, Dean. And it is a very pretty car.” She nodded at his question. “Yeah. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“It’s nice to meet ya too, Juliet.” Dean smiled again and offered a hand to help her up. “I’m glad you see it too - otherwise I may not have stayed to help,” he joked. “Yeah, that seems to happen to me quite a bit too.” Dean helped her across the street and sat her down on a bench next to the Impala. “If you wanna sit down, I’ll go grab some ice and get ya all settled, okay?” 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet held onto him tightly as they crossed the street, and she gratefully sat down on the bench. “Okay. Thank you, for actually stopping and helping,” she said. She gave another soft smile up to him.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“Yeah,” Dean shrugged with a soft smile. He made sure she was settled safely then walked into the restaurant, grabbed Juliet some ice (and may or may not have flirted with a waitress or two on the way). Dean walked back out, shaking the bag of ice. “Mission’s a success,” he chuckled lightly, “Here ya go.” He handed it to her and knelt down by her ankle to take a look again as she iced it. “So...you get body-checked by people runnin’ down the street often?” Cracking jokes was his way of trying to lighten the mood, as always. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet waited patiently and gave a relieved smile once the ice was against her ankle. She laughed at that. “Oh definitely,” she joked back. “I’m a professional street hockey player who is all of five feet tall.” She then shook her head. “No. But I am tiny. I am sometimes just manhandled a little too much.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

Oh. She was a jokester too. Dean felt a grin spread across his face as she joked back. He cocked an eyebrow and smirked a little. Manhandled? He fought every urge to make a dirty joke - after all, they had just met. Instead, he just chuckled and smugly teased, “Oh, really?” He shook his head to show her he was just playing around and reassured her, “Nah, I’m sure you can take care of yourself.”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet smiled back at him. His grin was infectious, and she had a feeling it was rare as well. “I’ve learned how to care for myself throughout my time alone,” she said. “I’ve been alone for a while. I had to learn.” She shrugged and looked down at her ankle again. “So... your brother... are you and him close?”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

The grin faded some and he dipped his head, nodding. That sounded all too familiar. “I think I’ve got an idea of what that’s like... it’s a blessing and a curse I guess.” He perked up at the mention of his brother, giving off a “proud dad” sort of vibe, as always. Dean smiled a bit, “Yeah. We’ve spent pretty much our whole lives together, so we kinda have to be.” He tried to make that last part lighthearted since he remembered her reaction when she mentioned her brother. “I think you’d like him.”

[brave-heart-juliet]

His answer was what she expected. “Brothers are special,” she said. She looked at the impala, half expecting to see this brother there. “Is he as handsome as you?” She teased. Speaking about brothers never hurt her. Enough time had passed that it wasn’t much a wound anymore. A scar perhaps. But it was healed. It was a point where thinking of Michael only made her happy.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He breathed out a laugh, “Yeah, they definitely are.” Following her eyeline, Dean chuckled, nodding toward the car. “Ah, Sammy’s taking a little vacation, but yeah, otherwise he’d be with me.” Vacation - not exactly the truth, but Dean didn’t just go around telling people he met on the street that he and his brother were hunters of things that go bump in the night. Sammy was in the next state over doing some research + recon on some strange omens and such in a little rural town. Dean was happily surprised by her reaction - he was glad she was okay with the brother talk, and this conversation was proving to be a nice change of pace for the Winchester. He raised his eyebrows and *may* have blushed, just a little. “Well. I mean, I don’t know about that,” he smirked cheekily and joked, “Sam may have gotten the smarts, but I’ve got the looks.” He subconsciously wetted his lower lip before giving her his trademarked dazzling smile. 

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“I think I hurt myself.”

Dean glanced around the sunset-lit street and spotted the source of the statement. He cocked his head slightly and waited to walk over until after his vision began adjusting to the waning light. He walked over with purpose, but all senses were widely alert on instinct. Dean scoped out the area surrounding the woman as he made his way over, scanning for any signs of danger or hints at what may have happened. “Hey,” he called, “You okay? Need me t’ call someone for ya?”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet looked up at the man calling at her then looked back to her ankle. It hurt like hell but it didn’t look wrong. It just hurt. “Some ass came running through here. I tried to step away but he hit me and I think my ankles fucked up.” The blonde moved to stand and hissed slightly. “No one to call. Thanks though.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He let out a soft sigh of relief. Okay, not everyone who gets hurt is attacked, Dean, he reminded himself. Dean chuckled lightly then directed his attention back to her as she tried to stand up. He immediately reached out a hand to catch her in case she fell, knowing how this could go. He and Sammy tried this nearly every time they got hurt - trying to stand up way too soon & almost immediately falling over. Must be a Winchester trait.

“Whoa, just hold on a sec. Lemme take a look. I’ve got a lot of experience dealing with injuries...and it doesn’t seem like you can go anywhere just yet. I’ve got a first aid kit in my car if we need it too.”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet wobbled and took his steadying hand to catch herself. She nodded and moved to sit back on the sidewalk. With a whimper and a few choice swear words, she pulled off her shoe to inspect her foot. “You a nurse or something?” She asked, unable to see this guy in scrubs taking care of people, though she knew that wasn’t fair. People didn’t have to look a certain way to do a job.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“Heh, not exactly.” He helped her sit back down and took a knee to look at her ankle. “I’ve got a little brother & he and I…we like to roughhouse, and we get hurt a lot. So I’ve know my way around a first aid kit and a..well, wide variety of injuries.” He wasn’t lying, exactly. Dean gave her a quick, gentle smile and placed a hand on the heel of her foot. “Lemme know what part hurts, okay?” He examined her ankle and foot carefully and as gently as he could, knowing the drill well. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet listened. “I had a brother. He was always getting hurt. But I was always useless in those situations. I panicked,” she said. Sitting forward a bit, she pointed to the inside on her ankle. “It hurts everywhere but right there hurts the worst.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

Dean nodded, “It’s easy to freeze up when things go wrong.” He glanced down and swallowed hard, thinking of all the times he or Sammy had frozen in the moment and made the situation worse. “But hey, hopefully he’s okay now, right?” He nodded again and took a closer look at the inside of her ankle for any visible signs of an injury. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet pressed her lips together. Michael was dead. Michael has been dead for years now. “I hope so,” she said. This stranger didn’t need to hear her life story. “I’m Juliet, by the way,” she said. She glanced around, unsure what to look at. “Is that your car?”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He picked up on the slight signals that indicated something was wrong; that there was some trauma that had to do with this stranger’s brother, but that wasn’t any of his business. He had plenty of hidden things too. “Hey Juliet. Name’s Dean, and yeah. That pretty one right there - the Chevy Impala - that’s my car.” He flashed a million-dollar grin to help lighten the mood. “Lemme go grab some ice from the restaurant right there. I’ll be right back and we can fix you up. Did you walk here?”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet couldn’t help but smile back. “Nice to meet you, Dean. And it is a very pretty car.” She nodded at his question. “Yeah. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“It’s nice to meet ya too, Juliet.” Dean smiled again and offered a hand to help her up. “I’m glad you see it too - otherwise I may not have stayed to help,” he joked. “Yeah, that seems to happen to me quite a bit too.” Dean helped her across the street and sat her down on a bench next to the Impala. “If you wanna sit down, I’ll go grab some ice and get ya all settled, okay?” 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet held onto him tightly as they crossed the street, and she gratefully sat down on the bench. “Okay. Thank you, for actually stopping and helping,” she said. She gave another soft smile up to him.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“Yeah,” Dean shrugged with a soft smile. He made sure she was settled safely then walked into the restaurant, grabbed Juliet some ice (and may or may not have flirted with a waitress or two on the way). Dean walked back out, shaking the bag of ice. “Mission’s a success,” he chuckled lightly, “Here ya go.” He handed it to her and knelt down by her ankle to take a look again as she iced it. “So...you get body-checked by people runnin’ down the street often?” Cracking jokes was his way of trying to lighten the mood, as always. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet waited patiently and gave a relieved smile once the ice was against her ankle. She laughed at that. “Oh definitely,” she joked back. “I’m a professional street hockey player who is all of five feet tall.” She then shook her head. “No. But I am tiny. I am sometimes just manhandled a little too much.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

Oh. She was a jokester too. Dean felt a grin spread across his face as she joked back. He cocked an eyebrow and smirked a little. Manhandled? He fought every urge to make a dirty joke - after all, they had just met. Instead, he just chuckled and smugly teased, “Oh, really?” He shook his head to show her he was just playing around and reassured her, “Nah, I’m sure you can take care of yourself.”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet smiled back at him. His grin was infectious, and she had a feeling it was rare as well. “I’ve learned how to care for myself throughout my time alone,” she said. “I’ve been alone for a while. I had to learn.” She shrugged and looked down at her ankle again. “So... your brother... are you and him close?”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

The grin faded some and he dipped his head, nodding. That sounded all too familiar. “I think I’ve got an idea of what that’s like... it’s a blessing and a curse I guess.” He perked up at the mention of his brother, giving off a “proud dad” sort of vibe, as always. Dean smiled a bit, “Yeah. We’ve spent pretty much our whole lives together, so we kinda have to be.” He tried to make that last part lighthearted since he remembered her reaction when she mentioned her brother. “I think you’d like him.”

[rp-starters-ask-box-fillers]

Starters for Demon muses!

If your muse is a demon: “Oh, turns out that you’re not that stupid. I thought that you would never figure out what I am.” “It’s not how I actually look.” “Have you met a demon before?” “Do it if you want. Your weapons won’t hurt me anyway.” “Your weapons look funny to me.” “How did you figure out that I’m not a human?” “What do you thing you’re going to do with that Holy Water?” “What?? You’ve lured me into a trap?!” “A trap? How dare you?!” “I’m not afraid of your angels.” “I’m not afraid of your Gods.” “Take the salt away from me.” “Exorcism? Really? You think you can save them?” “I’m too powerful for your toys to work on me.” “Even if I’m a demon, it doesn’t mean that I don’t feel.” “Not all demons are the same.” “Humans… You are so quick to label everyone. I’m not like others.” “I don’t need your soul.” “I might be a demon, but I’m not trying to trick you.” “I know that it’s hard to believe it, but yes a demon wants to help you. Just trust me.” “You’ve known me for so many years… And now you are trying to run away because I’m a demon? I’ve been like this all this time!” “I’ve always been like this.. why are you scared now when you know the truth?” “Aren’t you scared when you finally know the truth about me?” “Sorry that I couldn’t show my true face.” “Will you hate me now that you know that I’m a demon?” “I can help you.. But will you trust a demon?” “Want to make a deal?” “My deals can not be terminated.” “If you want… You can have your dream life. But after ten years I’ll come for your soul.” “Congratulations, you have just sold your soul.” “Now your soul is mine.” “Never trust a demon.” “I will make you suffer!!” “I will enjoy your pain.” “It looks like I’ll have a feast tonight.” “Your soul smells delicious.” “Scream! No one will hear you!” “Pray as much as you want! It won’t help you anyway!” “Aaaaaahhhhh!!!! Not the Holy Water! It buuuurrrnnsss!!” “A circle of salt? Wise.” “Pour as much salt as you want.. But you can’t stay in that circle forever.” “Uh oh… it looks that you’re out of Holy Water.” “You will never understand me, human.” “You think you’re strong human?! Think again!” “No one cares about the demon..” “Why would you care about me? You know that I am a demon.” “I don’t need your compassion.” “Why are you not scared of me? Do you understand that I’m a demon?!” “Have you summoned me?” “Why have you summoned me?” “Who dared to disturb me?!” “You’ve summoned me.. now we must make a deal.”

Towards a demon muse: “I know what you are..” “You’re a demon!” “What are you?!” “No… this can’t be true.. you can’t be something so foul.” “I always knew that there’s something wrong with you!” “I’ve sensed that you’re not a human.” “I knew that you’re not a human.. Just never showed it.” “Even if you’re a demon I still care about you.” “I… I don’t care that you are a demon.” “Demon or not, you’re still important to me.” “You have been a demon.. all this time?” “Stay back!. You.. you monster!!” “Please, don’t hurt me! I’m begging you!” “Don’t kill me… Please…” “Are you going to posses me?” “What do you need from me, you filthy creature?” “Posses me… Take my body.” “I thought that I knew you..” “Stay away from me. You’re scaring me.” “I’ve killed hundreds like you.” “I know how fight against you.” “So demons are real?” “Don’t tell me that demons are real.” “I’ve trained to kill demons.. And it’s time for you.” “Salt, Holy Water, book about exorcism.. believe me I’m prepared.” “You’re heartless.” “How could you do that?!” “I want to make a deal.” “I don’t know what else can I do.. help me.” “I’ll give you my soul for their life.” “I don’t care anymore… I want to make a deal.” “Your eyes… they’re black.” “You are unusually friendly for a demon.” “Aren’t demons supposed to be merciless killers?” “You’re different from other demons.” “You will help me?.. But you’re a demon.” “Why would demon want to help me?” “Why would I help a demon?” “Why would I trust a demon?” “I don’t trust you.. You’re a demon.” “How could someone love a demon?” “How could I feel something towards you?” “Monsters like you don’t deserve to be loved.” “Monsters like you don’t deserve happiness.” “Even demons need some love.” “It doesn’t matter that you’re a demon.. You still deserve to be happy.” “I’ve never thought that I’ll have so much fun spending time with a demon.” “I never thought that I’ll be calmly talking with a demon.” “Are other demons also so nice to be around?” “Can you feel something else that a need to kill?” “Are you truly so cruel like everyone is saying?” “What do you want?! My soul?!” “Take my soul! I don’t care! Just leave me alone!” “Take my soul! I don’t care! Just leave them alone!” “Yes.. I’ve summoned you.” “I’ve summoned you and you much obey me.” “What?! I wasn’t trying to summon a demon!” “I didn’t knew that reading this will summon a demon..” “Give me back my soul!” “I want to end the deal.” “You’ve tricked me! I knew I shouldn’t have trusted a demon!” “Wait.. you haven’t tricked me?” “You’re a demon.. there’s no way that I’ll allow you to stay alive.” “Go back to hell!” “I’ve finally summoned you my master.” “Let me serve you.” “You won’t be able to get me in this circle of salt!” “Taste some Holy Water!” “It burns you doesn’t it, you scum?!” “You won’t lay your nasty fingers on anyone else!” “Come! They will not find you here!” “No! They will find you!” “What have you done to me?” “You shouldn’t have left hell.” “Why do you care? You’re a demon.” “So how do souls taste like?” “A demon?.. Here?” “I’ve imagined demons differently.” “This is exactly how I’ve imagined demons.” “I’m honoured to meet you.” “Even if you made everyone else trust you, demon… know that I never will.” “May I ask… how actually old are you?” “What does hell look like?” “What will happen to me after You take my soul?” “You’re a demon.. You wouldn’t be able to understand me.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“I think I hurt myself.”

Dean glanced around the sunset-lit street and spotted the source of the statement. He cocked his head slightly and waited to walk over until after his vision began adjusting to the waning light. He walked over with purpose, but all senses were widely alert on instinct. Dean scoped out the area surrounding the woman as he made his way over, scanning for any signs of danger or hints at what may have happened. “Hey,” he called, “You okay? Need me t’ call someone for ya?”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet looked up at the man calling at her then looked back to her ankle. It hurt like hell but it didn’t look wrong. It just hurt. “Some ass came running through here. I tried to step away but he hit me and I think my ankles fucked up.” The blonde moved to stand and hissed slightly. “No one to call. Thanks though.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He let out a soft sigh of relief. Okay, not everyone who gets hurt is attacked, Dean, he reminded himself. Dean chuckled lightly then directed his attention back to her as she tried to stand up. He immediately reached out a hand to catch her in case she fell, knowing how this could go. He and Sammy tried this nearly every time they got hurt - trying to stand up way too soon & almost immediately falling over. Must be a Winchester trait.

“Whoa, just hold on a sec. Lemme take a look. I’ve got a lot of experience dealing with injuries...and it doesn’t seem like you can go anywhere just yet. I’ve got a first aid kit in my car if we need it too.”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet wobbled and took his steadying hand to catch herself. She nodded and moved to sit back on the sidewalk. With a whimper and a few choice swear words, she pulled off her shoe to inspect her foot. “You a nurse or something?” She asked, unable to see this guy in scrubs taking care of people, though she knew that wasn’t fair. People didn’t have to look a certain way to do a job.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“Heh, not exactly.” He helped her sit back down and took a knee to look at her ankle. “I’ve got a little brother & he and I…we like to roughhouse, and we get hurt a lot. So I’ve know my way around a first aid kit and a..well, wide variety of injuries.” He wasn’t lying, exactly. Dean gave her a quick, gentle smile and placed a hand on the heel of her foot. “Lemme know what part hurts, okay?” He examined her ankle and foot carefully and as gently as he could, knowing the drill well. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet listened. “I had a brother. He was always getting hurt. But I was always useless in those situations. I panicked,” she said. Sitting forward a bit, she pointed to the inside on her ankle. “It hurts everywhere but right there hurts the worst.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

Dean nodded, “It’s easy to freeze up when things go wrong.” He glanced down and swallowed hard, thinking of all the times he or Sammy had frozen in the moment and made the situation worse. “But hey, hopefully he’s okay now, right?” He nodded again and took a closer look at the inside of her ankle for any visible signs of an injury. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet pressed her lips together. Michael was dead. Michael has been dead for years now. “I hope so,” she said. This stranger didn’t need to hear her life story. “I’m Juliet, by the way,” she said. She glanced around, unsure what to look at. “Is that your car?”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He picked up on the slight signals that indicated something was wrong; that there was some trauma that had to do with this stranger’s brother, but that wasn’t any of his business. He had plenty of hidden things too. “Hey Juliet. Name’s Dean, and yeah. That pretty one right there - the Chevy Impala - that’s my car.” He flashed a million-dollar grin to help lighten the mood. “Lemme go grab some ice from the restaurant right there. I’ll be right back and we can fix you up. Did you walk here?”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet couldn’t help but smile back. “Nice to meet you, Dean. And it is a very pretty car.” She nodded at his question. “Yeah. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“It’s nice to meet ya too, Juliet.” Dean smiled again and offered a hand to help her up. “I’m glad you see it too - otherwise I may not have stayed to help,” he joked. “Yeah, that seems to happen to me quite a bit too.” Dean helped her across the street and sat her down on a bench next to the Impala. “If you wanna sit down, I’ll go grab some ice and get ya all settled, okay?” 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet held onto him tightly as they crossed the street, and she gratefully sat down on the bench. “Okay. Thank you, for actually stopping and helping,” she said. She gave another soft smile up to him.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“Yeah,” Dean shrugged with a soft smile. He made sure she was settled safely then walked into the restaurant, grabbed Juliet some ice (and may or may not have flirted with a waitress or two on the way). Dean walked back out, shaking the bag of ice. “Mission’s a success,” he chuckled lightly, “Here ya go.” He handed it to her and knelt down by her ankle to take a look again as she iced it. “So...you get body-checked by people runnin’ down the street often?” Cracking jokes was his way of trying to lighten the mood, as always. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet waited patiently and gave a relieved smile once the ice was against her ankle. She laughed at that. “Oh definitely,” she joked back. “I’m a professional street hockey player who is all of five feet tall.” She then shook her head. “No. But I am tiny. I am sometimes just manhandled a little too much.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

Oh. She was a jokester too. Dean felt a grin spread across his face as she joked back. He cocked an eyebrow and smirked a little. Manhandled? He fought every urge to make a dirty joke - after all, they had just met. Instead, he just chuckled and smugly teased, “Oh, really?” He shook his head to show her he was just playing around and reassured her, “Nah, I’m sure you can take care of yourself.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

"Hey dean you busy?"

“Never too busy for you!” He smiled and turned around, happy to see his friend. “What’s up?”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

Staying Loyal

[byondtheveil]

“O-Oh no.. I um…” she ran her fingers threw her hair, a slight blush spreading over her cheeks. “I sorta spilled ink on my new robes. I’m just wearing my old one’s until my new one’s are clean.” She couldn’t help that she got a bit clumsy when she was nervous, and she had been nervous all week.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

Dean laughed softly. “I’ve done the same thing, ‘cept with a freshly boiled potion brew.” He shook his head at the memory and offered, “I know a quick fix for it if you’ve got them with ya.”

[byondtheveil]

“Ow that musta hurt…” she cringed at the thought. “I-I don’t actually. My house elf is washing them.” While most relied on hogwarts staff of house elves, Reianna’s parents insisted on her’s coming with her. Mostly due to her panic attacks. Muggles had service animals, Rei had a service elf. “I wonder where she is actually… I hope she didn’t get lost. i’ve done that five times already…”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

"Yeah..it pissed off the good ol’ professor too,” he smirked, reminiscing. He almost got kicked out of class that day - the potions professor was NOT happy with Dean...how did he put it? Oh: “wasting precious materials by pouring them onto himself...this isn’t the men’s lavatory.” Dean chuckled a little at the memory.

 “Oh, wow. I know it can be a little confusing..especially with the moving staircases and all. But hey, if you need a tour guide, I’d be more than happy to show ya around...I mean, I am assuming you’re new here?” he smiled with a quick wink. Rei seemed sweet, and Dean was hoping that maybe he could make her transition into Hogwarts just a bit easier.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“I think I hurt myself.”

Dean glanced around the sunset-lit street and spotted the source of the statement. He cocked his head slightly and waited to walk over until after his vision began adjusting to the waning light. He walked over with purpose, but all senses were widely alert on instinct. Dean scoped out the area surrounding the woman as he made his way over, scanning for any signs of danger or hints at what may have happened. “Hey,” he called, “You okay? Need me t’ call someone for ya?”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet looked up at the man calling at her then looked back to her ankle. It hurt like hell but it didn’t look wrong. It just hurt. “Some ass came running through here. I tried to step away but he hit me and I think my ankles fucked up.” The blonde moved to stand and hissed slightly. “No one to call. Thanks though.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He let out a soft sigh of relief. Okay, not everyone who gets hurt is attacked, Dean, he reminded himself. Dean chuckled lightly then directed his attention back to her as she tried to stand up. He immediately reached out a hand to catch her in case she fell, knowing how this could go. He and Sammy tried this nearly every time they got hurt - trying to stand up way too soon & almost immediately falling over. Must be a Winchester trait.

“Whoa, just hold on a sec. Lemme take a look. I’ve got a lot of experience dealing with injuries...and it doesn’t seem like you can go anywhere just yet. I’ve got a first aid kit in my car if we need it too.”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet wobbled and took his steadying hand to catch herself. She nodded and moved to sit back on the sidewalk. With a whimper and a few choice swear words, she pulled off her shoe to inspect her foot. “You a nurse or something?” She asked, unable to see this guy in scrubs taking care of people, though she knew that wasn’t fair. People didn’t have to look a certain way to do a job.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“Heh, not exactly.” He helped her sit back down and took a knee to look at her ankle. “I’ve got a little brother & he and I…we like to roughhouse, and we get hurt a lot. So I’ve know my way around a first aid kit and a..well, wide variety of injuries.” He wasn’t lying, exactly. Dean gave her a quick, gentle smile and placed a hand on the heel of her foot. “Lemme know what part hurts, okay?” He examined her ankle and foot carefully and as gently as he could, knowing the drill well. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet listened. “I had a brother. He was always getting hurt. But I was always useless in those situations. I panicked,” she said. Sitting forward a bit, she pointed to the inside on her ankle. “It hurts everywhere but right there hurts the worst.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

Dean nodded, “It’s easy to freeze up when things go wrong.” He glanced down and swallowed hard, thinking of all the times he or Sammy had frozen in the moment and made the situation worse. “But hey, hopefully he’s okay now, right?” He nodded again and took a closer look at the inside of her ankle for any visible signs of an injury. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet pressed her lips together. Michael was dead. Michael has been dead for years now. “I hope so,” she said. This stranger didn’t need to hear her life story. “I’m Juliet, by the way,” she said. She glanced around, unsure what to look at. “Is that your car?”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He picked up on the slight signals that indicated something was wrong; that there was some trauma that had to do with this stranger’s brother, but that wasn’t any of his business. He had plenty of hidden things too. “Hey Juliet. Name’s Dean, and yeah. That pretty one right there - the Chevy Impala - that’s my car.” He flashed a million-dollar grin to help lighten the mood. “Lemme go grab some ice from the restaurant right there. I’ll be right back and we can fix you up. Did you walk here?”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet couldn’t help but smile back. “Nice to meet you, Dean. And it is a very pretty car.” She nodded at his question. “Yeah. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“It’s nice to meet ya too, Juliet.” Dean smiled again and offered a hand to help her up. “I’m glad you see it too - otherwise I may not have stayed to help,” he joked. “Yeah, that seems to happen to me quite a bit too.” Dean helped her across the street and sat her down on a bench next to the Impala. “If you wanna sit down, I’ll go grab some ice and get ya all settled, okay?” 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet held onto him tightly as they crossed the street, and she gratefully sat down on the bench. “Okay. Thank you, for actually stopping and helping,” she said. She gave another soft smile up to him.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“Yeah,” Dean shrugged with a soft smile. He made sure she was settled safely then walked into the restaurant, grabbed Juliet some ice (and may or may not have flirted with a waitress or two on the way). Dean walked back out, shaking the bag of ice. “Mission’s a success,” he chuckled lightly, “Here ya go.” He handed it to her and knelt down by her ankle to take a look again as she iced it. “So...you get body-checked by people runnin’ down the street often?” Cracking jokes was his way of trying to lighten the mood, as always. 

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“I think I hurt myself.”

Dean glanced around the sunset-lit street and spotted the source of the statement. He cocked his head slightly and waited to walk over until after his vision began adjusting to the waning light. He walked over with purpose, but all senses were widely alert on instinct. Dean scoped out the area surrounding the woman as he made his way over, scanning for any signs of danger or hints at what may have happened. “Hey,” he called, “You okay? Need me t’ call someone for ya?”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet looked up at the man calling at her then looked back to her ankle. It hurt like hell but it didn’t look wrong. It just hurt. “Some ass came running through here. I tried to step away but he hit me and I think my ankles fucked up.” The blonde moved to stand and hissed slightly. “No one to call. Thanks though.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He let out a soft sigh of relief. Okay, not everyone who gets hurt is attacked, Dean, he reminded himself. Dean chuckled lightly then directed his attention back to her as she tried to stand up. He immediately reached out a hand to catch her in case she fell, knowing how this could go. He and Sammy tried this nearly every time they got hurt - trying to stand up way too soon & almost immediately falling over. Must be a Winchester trait.

“Whoa, just hold on a sec. Lemme take a look. I’ve got a lot of experience dealing with injuries...and it doesn’t seem like you can go anywhere just yet. I’ve got a first aid kit in my car if we need it too.”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet wobbled and took his steadying hand to catch herself. She nodded and moved to sit back on the sidewalk. With a whimper and a few choice swear words, she pulled off her shoe to inspect her foot. “You a nurse or something?” She asked, unable to see this guy in scrubs taking care of people, though she knew that wasn’t fair. People didn’t have to look a certain way to do a job.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“Heh, not exactly.” He helped her sit back down and took a knee to look at her ankle. “I’ve got a little brother & he and I…we like to roughhouse, and we get hurt a lot. So I’ve know my way around a first aid kit and a..well, wide variety of injuries.” He wasn’t lying, exactly. Dean gave her a quick, gentle smile and placed a hand on the heel of her foot. “Lemme know what part hurts, okay?” He examined her ankle and foot carefully and as gently as he could, knowing the drill well. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet listened. “I had a brother. He was always getting hurt. But I was always useless in those situations. I panicked,” she said. Sitting forward a bit, she pointed to the inside on her ankle. “It hurts everywhere but right there hurts the worst.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

Dean nodded, “It’s easy to freeze up when things go wrong.” He glanced down and swallowed hard, thinking of all the times he or Sammy had frozen in the moment and made the situation worse. “But hey, hopefully he’s okay now, right?” He nodded again and took a closer look at the inside of her ankle for any visible signs of an injury. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet pressed her lips together. Michael was dead. Michael has been dead for years now. “I hope so,” she said. This stranger didn’t need to hear her life story. “I’m Juliet, by the way,” she said. She glanced around, unsure what to look at. “Is that your car?”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He picked up on the slight signals that indicated something was wrong; that there was some trauma that had to do with this stranger’s brother, but that wasn’t any of his business. He had plenty of hidden things too. “Hey Juliet. Name’s Dean, and yeah. That pretty one right there - the Chevy Impala - that’s my car.” He flashed a million-dollar grin to help lighten the mood. “Lemme go grab some ice from the restaurant right there. I’ll be right back and we can fix you up. Did you walk here?”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet couldn’t help but smile back. “Nice to meet you, Dean. And it is a very pretty car.” She nodded at his question. “Yeah. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“It’s nice to meet ya too, Juliet.” Dean smiled again and offered a hand to help her up. “I’m glad you see it too - otherwise I may not have stayed to help,” he joked. “Yeah, that seems to happen to me quite a bit too.” Dean helped her across the street and sat her down on a bench next to the Impala. “If you wanna sit down, I’ll go grab some ice and get ya all settled, okay?” 

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“I think I hurt myself.”

Dean glanced around the sunset-lit street and spotted the source of the statement. He cocked his head slightly and waited to walk over until after his vision began adjusting to the waning light. He walked over with purpose, but all senses were widely alert on instinct. Dean scoped out the area surrounding the woman as he made his way over, scanning for any signs of danger or hints at what may have happened. “Hey,” he called, “You okay? Need me t’ call someone for ya?”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet looked up at the man calling at her then looked back to her ankle. It hurt like hell but it didn’t look wrong. It just hurt. “Some ass came running through here. I tried to step away but he hit me and I think my ankles fucked up.” The blonde moved to stand and hissed slightly. “No one to call. Thanks though.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He let out a soft sigh of relief. Okay, not everyone who gets hurt is attacked, Dean, he reminded himself. Dean chuckled lightly then directed his attention back to her as she tried to stand up. He immediately reached out a hand to catch her in case she fell, knowing how this could go. He and Sammy tried this nearly every time they got hurt - trying to stand up way too soon & almost immediately falling over. Must be a Winchester trait.

“Whoa, just hold on a sec. Lemme take a look. I’ve got a lot of experience dealing with injuries...and it doesn’t seem like you can go anywhere just yet. I’ve got a first aid kit in my car if we need it too.”

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet wobbled and took his steadying hand to catch herself. She nodded and moved to sit back on the sidewalk. With a whimper and a few choice swear words, she pulled off her shoe to inspect her foot. “You a nurse or something?” She asked, unable to see this guy in scrubs taking care of people, though she knew that wasn’t fair. People didn’t have to look a certain way to do a job.

[i-am-deanwinchester]

“Heh, not exactly.” He helped her sit back down and took a knee to look at her ankle. “I’ve got a little brother & he and I…we like to roughhouse, and we get hurt a lot. So I’ve know my way around a first aid kit and a..well, wide variety of injuries.” He wasn’t lying, exactly. Dean gave her a quick, gentle smile and placed a hand on the heel of her foot. “Lemme know what part hurts, okay?” He examined her ankle and foot carefully and as gently as he could, knowing the drill well. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet listened. “I had a brother. He was always getting hurt. But I was always useless in those situations. I panicked,” she said. Sitting forward a bit, she pointed to the inside on her ankle. “It hurts everywhere but right there hurts the worst.”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

Dean nodded, “It’s easy to freeze up when things go wrong.” He glanced down and swallowed hard, thinking of all the times he or Sammy had frozen in the moment and made the situation worse. “But hey, hopefully he’s okay now, right?” He nodded again and took a closer look at the inside of her ankle for any visible signs of an injury. 

[brave-heart-juliet]

Juliet pressed her lips together. Michael was dead. Michael has been dead for years now. “I hope so,” she said. This stranger didn’t need to hear her life story. “I’m Juliet, by the way,” she said. She glanced around, unsure what to look at. “Is that your car?”

[i-am-deanwinchester]

He picked up on the slight signals that indicated something was wrong; that there was some trauma that had to do with this stranger’s brother, but that wasn’t any of his business. He had plenty of hidden things too. “Hey Juliet. Name’s Dean, and yeah. That pretty one right there - the Chevy Impala - that’s my car.” He flashed a million-dollar grin to help lighten the mood. “Lemme go grab some ice from the restaurant right there. I’ll be right back and we can fix you up. Did you walk here?”