Charming As Fuck (Moved)

Name's Dean Winchester. SHIELD Agent, Mutant, Hunter, Pain in the Ass Moved to http://manyshadowsmanylives.tumblr.com

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Moving

I have decided to move Dean over to my multimuse @manyshadowsmanylives in an effort to regain my sanity, consolidate my blogs and wake him up. This blog won’t be deleted, it’ll remain as is, he’ll just be moving to join a bunch of others.

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Moving

I have decided to move Dean over to my multimuse @manyshadowsmanylives in an effort to regain my sanity, consolidate my blogs and wake him up. This blog won’t be deleted, it’ll remain as is, he’ll just be moving to join a bunch of others.

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Moving

I have decided to move Dean over to my multimuse @manyshadowsmanylives in an effort to regain my sanity, consolidate my blogs and wake him up. This blog won’t be deleted, it’ll remain as is, he’ll just be moving to join a bunch of others.

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IRL Update

Hello my dearlings. I know it’s been since May that I’ve been active here, and I do apologize for being away.

I’ve been mostly on my multimuse and real life has just been taking a lot of my time overall.

I am considering moving Dean over to my multimuse @manyshadowsmanylives​ but I haven’t made a final decision just yet as I’ve had Dean for seven years all on his own.

Thank you all for sticking around <3

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I’M HOME.

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Munday funday folks. Kat is getting her hair done.

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Bam

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It just occurred to Dean it will have been four years in July since he lost his fiancé, Vin Hatherley. That fucks up his brain a little.

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“For the lulz?” he asked innocently, cocking his head to the side.

“Fuck off, Dean.”  Shane laughed, throwing a piece of candy at his head.

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“Nah, baby, you’d be upset if I did that,” Dean grinned, shifting to catch the candy in his mouth, humming.

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"In what world am I gonna go through the hassle of getting a strap on, on my body just to do the fuckin' helicopter dick?"

“For the lulz?” he asked innocently, cocking his head to the side.

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☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ☜☜

“  i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.  ” 

“  i’m fine, i’ve had worse.  ”

“  death too must be earned.  ”

“  how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ?  ”

“  am i a bad person ?  ”

“  family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.  ” 

“  are you flirting or starting a fight ?  ”

“  i’ll survive, somehow i always do.  ”

“  um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection.  ”

“  tell me; would you kill to save a life ?  ”

“  i am someone who did not die when they should of.  ”

“  i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger.  ”

“  you can’t protect everyone !  ”

“  i have to try.  ”

“  turn the pain into power.  ” 

“  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ”

“  are monster born or created ?  ”

“  chin up kid, they’d kill to see you fall.  ”

“  if he puts his hands on you, cut them off.  ”

“  i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me.  ”

“  don’t play games with me. don’t ever think you’re capable of that.  ”

“  the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.  ”

“  something had made your eyes go cold.  ”

“  you haven’t even seen my bad side yet.  ”

“  everybody knows that i’m a mess.  ”

“  i’m sorry i let you down.  ”

“  well, if it isn’t the feeling i was trying to avoid.  ”

“  you are not your father.  ”

“  even on your bad days, be kind.  ”

“  you don’t want me and i need to accept that.  ”

“  stay gentle. everyone is at war.  ”

“  the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths.  ”

“  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ?  ”

“  always be a little kinder than necessary.  ”

“  kind words cost nothing.  ”

“  i am being perfectly fucking civil.  ”

“  we’ll never be those kids again.  ”

“  i’m the original family disappointment.  ”

“  if karma doesn’t hit you, i fucking will.  ”

“  if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk.  ”

“  you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here.  ”

“  guess you’ll just have to fight me.  ”

“  i never asked to be like this.  ”

“  wow.  you’re a dick.  ”

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Reunion

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She’d barely waited until someone took over her charge before she was across the field so fast you’d think she had an x-gene that had only now activated.  Vivian tackled Dean nearly hard enough to knock him over, and she clung to him like he was the only liferaft and she was drowning at sea.  The medic attending him scolded, but she didn’t listen to a word.

He smelled like sweat and blood and dirt and something distinctly alien from Thanos’ army and something distinctly himself that she’d nearly forgotten and she loved it.  He smelled like someone real.  No one made up a scent like that.  The body under her arms wasn’t a decoy or a ploy or a trap.  It was Dean.

“Y’can’t call me that an’more,” she said, tears slurring her words.  Fuck if anyone saw her.  Half the damn former battlefield was crying, and no one was going to notice or care if she joined in.  For once.  “Y’re the l’il brother now.”  Vivian buried her face in his shoulder, breathing in that messy, dirty scent again, and coincidentally hiding her tears.  Five years.  Five years without him.  It still felt like he’d disappeared yesterday.

And if he insisted, she was still ready to go right back to being his little sister.

Dean inhaled sharply, hugging her so fiercely it pulled at his stitches and got another scolding from the medic for it. He didn’t care. He had one of his few friends in the world back and he wasn’t about to waste a moment.

“Viv, I was always the younger one, remember? You were four years older than me,” he teased affectionately, ruffling her hair and kissing her temple. She smelled like medical supplies, and not exactly the way she’d smelled at SHIELD, but it was her, definitely her.

Nine years difference between them now. He would not admit he was crying in relief that he knew someone here, and he was going to have to go looking for others later, he knew. He hugged her just that much tighter, taking the moment to just reacclimatize to being alive. 

The return hadn’t been so much a gradual thing as it was sudden, and jarring, and a lot of information all at once and then there were portals, and battle and he hadn’t even been able to think much less process.

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Reunion

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She wasn’t actually there because she was injured.

Sure, she was injured, but when had that ever really mattered to her (unless she could complain about it)?  

Anyway, her injuries were relatively minor, especially for someone who’d been living in a world devoid of roughly half the medical field for the past five years.  Really, Vivian was in the triage area because sitting still in the wake of half the world (the universe, she guessed) reappearing and then a hella epic battle was just not an option.  And she’d picked up a couple of new useful skills in the last five years - trying to fill in the blanks, as it were - so her medical skills now went beyond basic first aid, and right now they looked like they could use every hand they could get.

It took her a moment to remember that ‘Viv’ was her - Dean had to repeat her name a second time - and when she finally looked up and around, it took everything she had not to drop the person in her lap onto the ground and tackle Dean.  They were only a broken arm, if one where the bone was poking through in several areas, but she forced herself to wave to Dean quickly and return to stabilizing the arm before the break could do any more damage.

The second time was softer, more like he couldn’t believe she was there. Hell, he couldn’t believe he was here.

He was all set to break free of the medic stitching him, but the guy wasn’t having it at all. He watched as another medic took over on what looked to be a hell of an arm fracture.

Then oomphed as he was full on tackled by a mass of sass and hair, and the medic scolding both of them and he just. Didn’t. Care.

Looping his arm around his friend and sister in all but blood, he clung, shaking with adrenaline and relief. He was surrounded by strangers, both powered and not, but strangers all the same, all fighting to have defeated one insane purple alien bastard. He’d given as good as he’d gotten, had used his powers more today than probably in the whole of his life. It had been for the good of the planet.

“Hey, little sister,” he spoke softly, eyes crinkling in the corners, the same black sclera that had always been, but his face five years younger than it should have been.

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Reunion

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War was... something else.

In the aftermath of that final Snap, he was still sort of stunned. All he had to go on was he’d been dead the last five years, which he sort of understood. The soul realm had been an interesting place to be, but time had no meaning there.

Now, as he was getting his arm stitched, he looked across the triage area and smiled, seeing a familiar face.

“Viv!”

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Headcanon #60

Dean did not survive The Snap.

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I have seen Endgame. Come scream at me on disco

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in another universe, i got the help i needed

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He near went flat on his face, but he laughed all the same. “Have you been missing out on human pickup lines, Lady Thora?” He asked, feeling a little bit bold.

Thora laughed, nodding.  “I haven’t spent much time on Midgard in a capacity that allowed me to hear such things.”  Either she’d been fighting or very much taken by one Jane Foster.  “Though please, Thora is fine.  What is your name?”

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Dean laughed, pleased. “They can be very ridiculous, or slightly filthy, or altogether crude. My name’s Dean.”