HIATUS. { not so righteous ;;

The name's Dean Winchester. Brother. Son. Hunter. Soldier. Friend. Failure. #justidefectum

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             “----miss me?”

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[ in the next few hours, the forest saw the wolves’   piles of fish growing. there were a few close calls   in which dean ( & even castiel, for dean just had   to get his brother back for laughing ) nearly fell into   the lake again but managed to save himself face   from repeating that mistake. ]

[ dean eyed the piles between them, the brothers   catching enough to fill their appetites ( & a few to   bring along for their journey back ), looking to see   which was actually bigger ]

                      “Dunno, Cas, think I might’ve actually won this one.”

[ it was more of a tie, really, but hey give the wolf in   human skin some slack. ]

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[ they do well in their hunt. more than making up for their idle inaction that morning. twin piles  of fish glisten in the later afternoon sunlight, seeing pride well within the chest of the wolf as he watches dean deposit the last of his catch. ] 

[ dean has done well with his wit and a stick,  keeping pace with castiel’s natural born  instincts and sharp teeth. he observes the  size of both piles for a long moment, considering them in equal measure before tilting his head to the right. ] 

                                ”    I concede defeat on this occasion.                                   Clearly your trip into the lake yesterday                                   was a ruse for you to ally yourself with                                   the fish.”

[ he’s joking of course, but he is willing  to pass victory to his brother. the margin is small, but he is hardly willing to quibble  over such small things. dean is a hunter of extraordinary capabilities, despite the inherent disadvantages of his skin. he  deserves victory. ] 

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Viridi Aeterni || Closed

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xmerifri:

Such was his joy at the wakefulness of his brother, he could scarcely keep his tail from sweeping back and forth in a furious rhythm as though he were little more than a pup. Their mother had long since taught them that a wolf was a creature of unending dignity, their sentiments were their own - expressed through a series of subtle gestures that were known only to their pack. 

They did not wag their tails and leave their tongues to loll from open jaws. 

But their mother was a far and distant cry from here, and Castiel was filled with a joy unspeakable. He wanted to bark and yip and whine for the relief that filled his body - sunlight shining from within to warm his flesh and fur. 

Not even Dean’s determination to assess his state of being could keep the young wolf from his joy. 

"I am well, brother. I am very well. I’ve cared and worried for you in your sick sleep."

His fur his matted and his paw patched dirt and dried blood. His belly ached and his maw was smeared with the aged remnants of his last meal. A glance was thrown in the direction of the elk, little more than bones to be bleached by the sun remaining. Well chewed bones, at that. 

"Can you stand, brother? We must go. We must go back; Samandriel will know what to do. He will care for you better than I. We must go." And with that he was limping forward, his flanks heaving as he jammed his nose under Dean’s arm in an effort to force him up. 

Perhaps he had failed to care for himself in adequate measure during the time of Dean’s uneasy sleep. 

But it hardly mattered now. 

"Castiel, stay still."

Dean all but demanded of the other, sputtering indignantly at how Cas forced him to stand. It didn't hurt him, no really, for despite how his muscles protested, they were nothing but sore, unused to movement during the time of his uneasy sleep.

How odd that their positions were so strangely reversed. Usually it was Castiel--stronger, older, 

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dean laughed, completely unfazed by the spiteful action. it wasn’t as if such things were anything new, after all; it was almost commonplace now, fueled by fear & loathing & all those ridiculous human emotions that he could manipulate oh so easily now.

it was a wonder to him how troublesome they used to be for him, back when he was nothing like the king he was now, back when he was just the friggin’ meat suit for the damn self-righteous archangel that apparently thought killing his brother was more important, a greater right, than protecting him.

                                                                                            l a u g h a b l e }}

& those words that spilled from young kakashi’s lips?    it was a near mirror of what he himself called out in his own time on the rack. oh, how glorious those days seemed to be.

he had called for sam back then. he went to hell for his little brother. unlike certain angels - he’d do anything for his brother.

selling his soul was just the beginning: if the deal wanted more than just his soul - he wasn’t sure if he would refuse.

because it was sam.

& now that sam was with him, ruling with him in this forsaken ground, well, who could stop the demon king of hell? 

             ❝Kid, I haven’t even started yet.                        All you’re feeling now? Remember it. Cherish it.                        That’s what you’re gonna want to feel when I’m done with you.❞

an echoing     SNAP     of his fingers & a myriad of devices spread out around the former hunter, a wicked grin on his features as he lifted a rusted, serrated knife. 

              ❝Let’s see how long it takes to break you.❞

he himself broke in thirty years, tortured for ten —— & he did so much more to become the demon that reigned over all with his psychic-power wielding brother by his side.

with that, the first cut ———— a sickening stab right onto the kid’s thigh, dragging without concern through sinew and muscle and bone as he made his way down the leg, peeling the skin right off as he went along, the cacophony of screams eliciting the minutest of hums to escape the demon as he worked.

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he was just laughing. snickering at his screams. at his suffering. at his pain.

vaguely, with a flickering conscious, he wondered what could cause someone to become a ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ. he knew they weren’t all fallen angels from centuries past — demons were multiplying everyday, building an army to reign, conquer, and terrorize the earth. how were they gaining soldiers, though? were they just… simply created? did they form from humans’ hatred? were they turned like vampires & werewolves?

      —- …would he be turned into one?       no. he ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ·ᴛ allow that.       that ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ·ᴛ happen.

he should have asked dean more about demons. he’d always been too keen on learning about angels since he had two watching over him and ——-

     …where were they now?       az & cas, where were they ?

when he needed them the most, they weren’t there. couldn’t they sense that something was wrong? they were angels — they should have been there to save him. that’s what they did, right? protect people? so why weren’t they… why weren’t they protecting him? they abandoned him, didn’t they? just like… like everyone else did.

but that was fine. that was absolutely fine. he’d asked for it.

he didn’t want to be saved.      didn’t need to be saved.

the jagged knife sawing through his leg —                 the searing pain —                            the suffering —                                    he deserved it all.

& he’d scream & scream & scream —

     but he wouldn’t cry.

           soldiers don’t cry.

“you’re supposed to be…” his voice — he could hardly speak. it ʜᴜʀᴛ. so much. “…king, and all you can do is poke me with a stick? really?” & now he was the one laughing — it was demented & broken, but laughter nonetheless.

     “if all you’re going to do is jab at me with your little toys ——

             I’ᴍ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ.”

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demonveined:

        “ whoa, hey, there’s no need to           resort to name calling – jerk.                          alright alright, take my hand, I gotcha.                          how did you even manage this? “

                      “----don’t ask.”

     but he extends a hand nonetheless, pulling himself      up & obviously not grabbing hold of the younger to      help regain his balance.

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         “ – gimme a second, just gonna laugh a            little bit longer. then MAYBE I’ll getcha. “

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                  “Yeah, yeah, keep laughing, bitch.                     Just hurry up, will you? Man, this hurts.”

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demonveined

                 “----are you gonna keep standin’ there laughing or you gonna help me up?”

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heading off this account. friendly reminder that dean is still mainly on HIATUS & will continue to be so until things settle down. i’ll be on other accounts in the meantime.

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     “Been alright. S’been kinda quiet without       you around, though.”

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            “That’s good, isn’t it?”

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           “Yeah, yeah— s’been a while.”

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         “Yeah----how’ve you been?”

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         “When do I not? ——Don’t answer that.”

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                “Hey, you said it, not me.”

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        “’Course I am.”

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                   “Right. Been keepin’ yourself outta trouble?”

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       Suddenly, a wild Jan latches onto the Dean.        Because of reasons. Reason-y reasons.

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                    “Well someone’s glad t’see me.”

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since the holidays are coming up & i’m finally graduating, i figured, why not? so here’s a christmas / holiday / graduation / birthday giveaway from yours truly! 

                                                                        RULES :: 

must be following at least one of my accounts;                 this giveaway spans across most of them.                 not all but —— i’ll be checking !

one like + one reblog

roleplay blogs only

deadline is dec 20th !

                                                                        PRIZES ::

1st place ——

a custom theme made by me

details to follow once the winner is selected, but it’s more than likely going to be some variant of the contained/box themes that have become really popular pfft

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2nd place ——

theme background ( no codes ) + online/offline banner

examples: x | x | x (transparent) | x | x (transparent)  +    x | x

3rd place ——

promo banner + 15 icons 

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@JensenAckles: @mishacollins @jarpad I think we can still get some candy if we hurry-everybody good to go? #Halloween #SupernaturaI

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