Dean Winchester's Blog

7th year, transfer from SOIM. Sam Winchester's big brother so watch it. Rockin to my grave. ((RP blog for fandomsathogwarts-rp))

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Ansel Elgort for The Gentleman’s Journal 

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Credence + those little moments

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Idk if any of you noticed, but I’m pretty sure we’ve died. I’m sorry we let everything fall apart. Things got busy in our personal lives and it was just hard to keep up. 

Send a message if you want our personals or anything.

Love you guys,

Mod Princess

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((I would say we all decided on a spontaneous hibernation, but we can always come back again! Hope everyone is well))

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OOC

(Hi friends, sorry I've been so gone lately, I'm having a rather busy few weeks. I shall hopefully be back by next week. kisses!)

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Discoveries || Dean & Connie

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"I’m fine. There’s a new article out about my father, and more people being idiotic, but it’s fine. I’m not even remotely bothered by it anymore," she replied, as she served herself some food. Connie glanced at him when he didn’t immediately respond, furrowing her eyebrows when she realized how distracted he looked. "Something wrong?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow as she noticed how tightly he was clutching a copy of the paper in his hands.

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Dean swallowed hard, staring at her almost painfully. "Uh...." He blinked, finally sent his gaze elsewhere, frowning at his goblet. "Um, yeah...uh-no, no nothing's wrong..." How could he possibly explain this? He knew exactly how Connie got about her dad, she'd mentioned it to him a million times, he'd seen her outbursts at other people. So the connection shouldn't even matter. But here she was...the daughter. Did she even really know him? Did she know him when...

Dean blinked again, brow furrowed. As the thoughts spiraled around his head, his jaw tensed along with his shoulders. He put the paper down and took a sip of his juice. He had to do something with his hands. He wanted to throw over the table and run right through the window...

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Discoveries || Dean & Connie

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Connie walked into the Great Hall, her signature scowl in place. A new article had come out— not saying anything new, but just talking about her father’s past more in-depth— which meant that people were gossiping about, and staring at her again. Since this whole ordeal had started, though, she’d become far better at controlling her emotions, and keeping herself from reacting to the talk. She rolled her eyes in response to one of the younger Gryffindors openly gaping at her as she walked past him and glanced around, quickly spotting Dean sitting at the end of Gryffindor table.

It was strange— if anyone had told her she had to sit at the Gryffindor table last year, she would have responded with something along the lines of “Over my dead body”… But Dean had quickly become one of her few— one of her only— friends, and if having a friend who wouldn’t constantly remind her of who her father was, or judge her for it, meant sitting at the Gryffindor table, she supposed that it was worth it. “Morning,” Connie greeted, as she sat next to him.

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Dean looked up as she came by. "Hey...How y'doin?" His gaze followed her, but his eyes were far away. His brain felt like it should be making a whirring noise, like a laptop starting up. Yet he couldn't come to any conclusion. It was like something blocked his thoughts. Connie's face was taking up his whole line of sight.

Skaro. Connie Skaro. He heard her words about her dad in his head as though she said them aloud just now. Connie Skaro was his daughter. But that just couldn't be true. Connie was alright. This Davros guy was a psycho, and Connie was Dean's friend. He blinked. His fingers were gripping the paper, but he couldn't feel them. "Uh...hey, what's up?"

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It's all been so quiet..

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Maybe you just been listening too hard?

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It’d be louder if I were listening too hard…

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....well I mean, you're tryin too hard? yknow-- whatever.

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It's all been so quiet..

…too quiet…

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Maybe you just been listening too hard?

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Discoveries || Dean & Connie

Dean sat at the end of the Gryffindor table. He often did. He was comfortable there, on the outside. People could talk to him, he didn’t mind that, but he was never obligated to start a conversation. He could sit and watch. It wasn’t so bad…not always. A tall girl came, sat down beside him, chatting with her friend. She dropped a newspaper beside her, it knocked Dean’s fork off his plate. Dean shifted the paper, not wanting to interrupt, but found himself pausing…that picture. He pulled the paper over his empty plate. There was no mistake; that was Dad’s picture, the picture he carried with him. The picture he kept in his journal, the picture he kept in his car, the picture that disappeared one day with him. Dean glanced around, checking that no one was looking. He grabbed the paper, turned away from the table, scoured the headline. DAVROS SKARO, the name jumped out at him before he even knew why. This was the man that killed Mom…the reason Dad was gone…Skaro. Why did he know that name? His dad had never mentioned it, never...He looked around the hall again, as though he might find an answer there…

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I swear to Merlin,

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*thinks, jaw working subtly* *glances at the space around him* …yeah okay. sure.

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*gives him a small smile (an attempt at a reassuring smile)*

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*smiles back, a bit uncertainly but valiantly* lets get dinner, huh?

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I swear to Merlin,

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*rolls eyes* No you don’t. And, even if you did have homework, you wouldn’t actually do it. *sighs, glancing around and then back at him* Really, it’s fine, okay? Let’s just pretend this never happened. 

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*thinks, jaw working subtly* *glances at the space around him* ...yeah okay. sure.

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I swear to Merlin,

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-chews the inside of his lip, nodding- yeah…yeah you did. But I’m…sorry I called you a bitch.

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It’s fine. You were angry— you didn’t mean it.

… Sorry I overreacted.

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*he swallows visibly, shifting his weight* yeah...s'okay. uh...I think I have some...homework to do or somethin...

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I swear to Merlin,

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*looks down at his boots* …I-I never meant to verbally attack you, Connie, you’re my friend. I don’t do that to friends.

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*shrugs* It’s fine. *arms still crossed, not really looking at him* I probably overreacted a bit. 

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-chews the inside of his lip, nodding- yeah...yeah you did. But I'm...sorry I called you a bitch.

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I swear to Merlin,

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*finally looks away then, gulping & blinking away the wateriness in her eyes* … *looks back up at him, waiting for a reaction and then scoffs bitterly* Just… *looks away from him, shrugging and crossing her arms* Just forget about it. 

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*looks down at his boots* ...I-I never meant to verbally attack you, Connie, you're my friend. I don't do that to friends.

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I swear to Merlin,

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*jaw clenches, balls hands into fists, suddenly stands in front of him, stopping him from continuing walking, looking angry* Actually, I do have to be a bitch all the time. How else do you think I’d’ve gotten this far, and survived this long, with my family? *glares up at him* I don’t know why you care so much about all this machismo crap, or why you buy into it, but no one actually cares how many girls you can or cannot get, Dean. It doesn’t matter. This may come as a shock to you— but it isn’t a sign of how much of a man you are, and being perceived as a player, like you want to be perceived, isn’t going to make girls want to sleep with you.

Whether or not I’m as tough as I make people think I am? That matters. *her eyes feel prickly and slightly watery, but she continues glaring up at him* That’s the difference between my being constantly verbally attacked by everyone at this school because of who my father is, or them knowing better than to mess with me.

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*stares down at her, alarmed* *hand tightens around his backpack strap* ....*blinks* you-- ...*looks out a window, lost for words*

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I swear to Merlin,

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*storms along, clearing quite a bit of ground forcing her to skitter along to keep up* welp too bad you did, huh. go insult somebody else.

*frowns, barely keeping up with him* I only said it because you insulted me. 

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*scoffs, not slowing* I was teasing you, Connie. Learn the difference. you don't hafta be a bitch all the time.

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I swear to Merlin,

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*he blinks, jaw clenching again, turns and walks away down the hall*

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*sighs, rolling her eyes* Dean… *hurries after him* I shouldn’t have said that.

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*storms along, clearing quite a bit of ground forcing her to skitter along to keep up* welp too bad you did, huh. go insult somebody else.