// raised like warriors

♛ Honestly, I think the world is going to end B L O O D Y. But it doesn't mean we shouldn't fight. We do have choices. ♛

[ofhunting]

“This life…Hunting, monsters…There’s no joy in it. There’s nothing but PAIN, HORROR and DEATH. So if you get a chance at normal, you take it.”

Indie | Selective | Dean Winchester | Multi-verse

[grandpacain]

01.05 Bloody Mary

[capturingdeanwinchester]

[ofhunting]

@jockmare​ said: "Would you- happen to know anything about dream demons?"

     On his travels, Dean had stopped by a library in a little town called Springwood to do some research on a supernatural being he’d encountered by chance. He’d managed to defeat it, but he wanted a little more clarity just in case of future encounters. He found himself distracted, however, after realizing the name Springwood sounded familiar. With a little digging, he was able to find that a series of unexplained murders had happened a few years back. All the victims had been teenagers.

     The book he was reading was open to a page about demons, which apparently sparked a strangers curiosity and prompted a question. Dean turned slightly in his chair, head tilting up to look at the other male who had asked him about dream demons. He sure as hell looked tired, as if he was running on fumes. It wasn’t hard to connect the dots: this guy probably thought he was being tormented by a dream demon, which was quite clearly keeping him from sleep. Dean was familiar enough with the supernatural to acknowledge that this could possibly be a real case. But on the other hand, who was to say it wasn’t due to nightmares or sleep paralysis? Dean wasn’t about to outright admit his knowledge of the stuff.

     “Depends who’s asking. I might know a thing or two.” He didn’t know a whole lot, if he was being honest. He’d faced a lot of things in his years, but dream demons weren’t something he’d crossed off the list yet. Dean nodded towards the seat beside him--a silent invitation to join him. “You wanna elaborate?”

[musingsofsky]

   i’d do ANYTHING for family.

[ofhunting]

@filthyblade​ said: “ look on the bright side, looks like you’re stuck with me. ”

     What started off as a regular snowfall had gradually turned into a blizzard, making it nearly impossible to see where he was driving. He’d been forced to pull over at the nearest motel with Frank, where Dean planned to stay the night and leave in the morning. That plan, however, was put on hold when he opened the door to come face to face with a wall of glimmering white. Snow. They’d been snowed in, and no amount of Dean throwing himself at it would make it budge. There was too much of it, making it dense and impossible to move through.

     At Frank’s cheeky remark, Dean shut the door and turned to face him. “What’s the plan then? Hang out and play twister? Paint our nails?” It was a joke, of course; Dean’s usual dry humor. He was used to being around Frank, so being stuck in a room with him wasn’t a big deal. As if the window would be any better, he parted the blinds to peek through them. Sure enough, the windows were blocked by snow too. Hell, he would be lucky to even pry the window open at all with the amount of ice that had formed. “You got any bright ideas?” He didn’t mean for getting out, necessarily. That would require patience. But they needed something to do to pass the time. “--I think I saw a deck of cards lying around here somewhere.”

[rpstartersinc]

   feel free to change pronouns / wording !

warning for spoilers and bad language.

“ we gotta get to the roof. ”  

“ if we don’t get her to a hospital, she’s going to die. ”  

“ i’m not even supposed to be out here. ”  

“ tracks are fresh. ”  

“ just a graze. ”  

“ he’s losin’ a lot of blood  -  he’s not gettin’ far. ”  

“ bleedin’ out. that’s a helluva way to go. ”  

“ what d’ you suppose that feels like, huh ? torn apart. eaten alive. ”  

“ don’t leave me out here. ”  

“ something’s blocking the road. ”  

“ loan me your shotgun. i’ll walk point. ”  

“ i think it’s dead. ”  

“ i’m gonna kill them all, every fuckin’ one of ‘em. ”  

“ why don’t you wait out here ? let me make sure it’s all clear. ”  

“ i’m not gonna kill ya  -  stop runnin’ ! ”  

“ don’t you ever touch me. ”  

“ just get the fuck outta my way. ”  

“ i could’a blown your goddamn head off ! ”  

“ if you had bullets, i wouldn’t be breathin’ now, would i ? ”  

“ you don’t sound like  -  like yourself. ”  

“ there’s no such thing as a starving patriot. ”  

“ i heard gunshots. ”  

“ you’re gonna get yourself killed. ”  

“ don’t do anything stupid. ”  

“ anyone touches this bike, or anything on it  -  i break your fingers.. ”  

“ it’s not his job t’ know it’s your goddamn job t’ know. ”  

“ well aren’t you the optimist. ”  

“ trouble in paradise ? ”  

“ you got a price on your head. ”  

“ wonder what happened here. ”  

“ i don’t know what i would do if i lost you. ”  

“ you get his attention, i’m gonna try to sneak around behind him. ”  

“ could you use a ride ? ”  

“ so what’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this ? ”  

“ my ex would say i’ve been lost for years. ”  

“ oh my god i could’ve killed somebody. ”  

“ did you kill them ? ”  

“ don’t get soft on me. ”  

“ how are you alive ? ”  

“ you’re not the only one who lost someone that night. ”  

“ i know how to shoot a gun. ”  

“ i don’t need a goddamn babysitter, i’m fine. ”  

“ it’s a long story. ”  

“ i’ll have us back in your bed by ten. ”  

“ you don’t want to get infected. ”  

“ we’ve all done things we’re not proud of. ”  

“ don’t sneak up on me like that ! ”  

“ i want to forget. ”  

“ you’re just a regular stand-up guy. ”  

“ i guess i should’ve been a surgeon. ”  

“ you are writing checks with other mens’ blood. ”  

“ this is getting old fast. ”  

“ never much liked kids  -  they always tended to get on my nerves. ”  

“ do you have my back here ? ”  

“ i don’t like starting trouble but  -  i’ll finish it if i have to. ”  

“ caring’ll just get you killed. ”  

“ easy to kill a man, when he’s just some piece’a meat standing between you and what you need. ”  

“ so, you and _____. ”  

“ almost sounded like you volunteered for some shit. ”  

“ never piss off a woman who knows how to use a scalpel. ”  

“ i’m just fuckin’ with you. ”  

“ try not to get your ass shot off. ”  

“ look on the bright side, looks like you’re stuck with me. ”        

“ there’s a few lines i haven’t crossed. ”  

“ you gotta know when to cut a man loose. ”  

“ little late for a stroll. ”  

“ that’s what brothers do. ”  

“ this how we’re goin’ out ? ”  

“ only if you promise to ride me as much as your bike. ”  

“ you were always a fighter. ”  

“ take your shirt off, sit on the table. ”  

“ maybe one day, stop and light a candle. it can get pretty cold and dark out there. ”  

“ i never saw it  -  it was on me so fast. ”  

“ everything that makes you who you are, oh, it can be burned away. ”  

“ everyone i ever cared about is dead. ”  

“ you have to run because they will kill you. ”  

“ do you know how to use a gun ? ”  

“ you’re a godsend, i was praying so hard. ”  

“ i thought i lost you. ”  

“ are you sure this isn’t personal ? ”  

“ i’m not a church goin’ type. ”  

“ the world is what it is. ”  

“ we make the world what it is, by what we do. ”  

“ what are you, five ? ”  

“ survivin’ isn’t livin’. ”  

“ i think that you’re afraid to be here. ”  

“ we need you, and that scares the hell outta you. ”  

“ it’s not murder if they shoot at you first. ”  

“ what does it matter if everyone else is dead ? ”  

“ i’m giving you an order. ”  

“ i don’t need your goddamn help. ”  

“ y’ know, making me a co-conspirator ? not very chivalrous. ”  

“ you don’t take anything seriously. ”  

“ how many men have you killed ? ”  

“ you’re dead. you’re  -  you’re supposed to be dead ! ”  

“ yeah, i tried to hit that once. ”  

“ nice place, it’s got that woman’s touch. ”  

“ there was so many of them. ”  

“ you enjoyed that. ”  

“ are you tryin’ to convince me ? or you ? ”  

“ they’re infected. it’s what made them so hyper-aggressive. ”  

“ trust no one, expect the worst. ”  

“ they used me. ”  

“ i didn’t mean to kill him. ”  

“ so get up, dust yourself off, try again. ”  

“ most people out there ? they’re just trying to survive and here you are, trying to save the goddamn world. ”  

“ that shit is locked and loaded. ”  

“ i’m not gonna apologize for being lucky. ”  

“ i hope this was worth it. ”  

“ there’s a horde coming ! ”  

“ you’re one of the good ones, man ! ”  

“ hey, you watch your mouth. ”  

“ sometimes, in the search for truth, the blood of innocents is spilled. ”  

“ i didn’t say it was a good plan. ”  

“ i wasn’t gonna let ‘em kill ya. ”  

“ you did the world a solid. ”  

“ would you like some tea ? i’m sure you would. ”  

“ you destroyed everything we worked for. ”  

“ hope you saved some for me. ”  

“ what the hell does that even mean ? ”  

“ you don’t have to tell me this. you can stop. ”  

[ofhunting]

filthyblade​:

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Panic had begun to SET IN the more he struggled to even see correctly. His mind was fogged and unkempt - unable to recall where he had been throughout the last hour or so. There was pain shooting through his sides, warm crimson dripping down bruised skin. Coming to while in IMMENSE pain, Frank could only assume something or someone got to him, however his memory was never reliable to begin with.

One hand gripping his side while the other clutched leather tightly around his shoulders, automatic navigation was what saved him. He knew how to get to where he was going without having to THINK. Chest heavy, the struggle to breathe only fueling his anger and inability to UNDERSTAND. Free hand came up to come down onto the door, body leaning against it.

“𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅- 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑-” swallowing hard, Frank squeezed his eyes shut - jaw clenching while he did so. He needed a spare fucking key at this point. “𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓, 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓.”

     Propped up on the couch with a beer in hand, Dean was flipping through the channels on the TV and failing to find anything interesting. Cooking channels, news, old school cartoons. A knock soon sounded at the door, pulling the Winchester’s attention away from the television. Who the hell was looking for him at this hour? Getting up from the couch and setting his beer on the coffee table, he heard a voice from behind the door. He should’ve known it would be him. Frank, who didn’t sound too good. Pace quickening a little, Dean soon pulled the door open to reveal a bloody, weak Frank standing in front of him.

     “Jesus Christ, Frank, what the hell happened to you?” Dean asked, his motions practically automatic as he reached forward to grip Frank around his shoulders and guide him inside. Supporting his weight, he led him over to the bed and sat him down on the edge of it. A little blood on the blankets was no big deal, as his main concern was making sure the wound was looked after. “Take off the jacket. And start talkin’. I wanna know what son of a bitch I gotta hunt down.” A drawer was pulled open, revealing a medical kit filled with the basic supplies for medical emergencies. Judging by the amount of blood, a needle and thread was likely needed for this one. He was no doctor, but he’d done his fair amount of patching himself up and could get the job done.

[ofhunting]

[ofhunting]

@sicarea​ said: “ no one’s coming to help us. we’re on our own. ”  

     Dean knew she was right--they were on their own, but he wasn’t about to let that be a setback. If they were tactical and planned it out carefully, they could both make it out of here alive. Sitting propped up against a counter, which also acted as cover from the infected, Dean double checked how much ammo he had left in his guns; four bullets in his pistol and two in his shotgun. It wouldn’t do much against the number of infected that swarmed the basement, and there was no quick escape they could run for. The exits were blocked by the fungus that had caked itself to the walls, floors and doors.

     “There,” Dean spoke under his breath, voice slightly muffled by the mask he wore to keep himself from becoming infected. He nodded towards the elevator door, which was only partially open. With a little prying, they would be able to squeeze through. That wasn’t going to be an easy task with the infected wandering around though. “That’s our ticket outta here. We take the suckers out quietly, one at a time, buy ourselves enough time to pry the door open and viola. Freedom,” he suggested, holstering his gun and instead pulling out his knife. Bullets would be a last resort. “You got a knife?”

[capturingdeanwinchester]

[ofhunting]

“This life…Hunting, monsters…There’s no joy in it. There’s nothing but PAIN, HORROR and DEATH. So if you get a chance at normal, you take it.”

Indie | Selective | Dean Winchester | Multi-verse

[ofhunting]

filthyblade​:

     Upon finally adjusting himself to the change in lighting, Frank could CLEARLY see a weapon pointed his way. It didn’t surprise him, he knew better than to hustle in unannounced. At night, even. Putting his hands up in surrender, cocking an eyebrow Dean’s way- his eyes held a mischievous shine. Nothing SATISFIED him more than false alarms.

      “𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒆, 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒔.” he huffed, tattooed fingers twitching as he lowered his stance, scanning Winchester’s face for a moment before leaning back against the windowsill. He took a moment to turn around and shut the blinds, parting them to be SURE no one followed after him.  “𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒅- 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏’ 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉.” Upon further explanation, Frank returned his position to face the other, head swiveling in amusement.

      "𝑵𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕- 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏’.” Came a gentle huff, gaze cast upwards in thought. His reputation of landing his fists into people’s faces was forever growing.  “𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝒉𝒊𝒕 ‘𝒆𝒎. 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝑰'𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.” Eyes on Dean again, lips curved into a smirk.  "𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆?”

     “I think you meant to say it’s me, Jackass,” Dean repeated after Frank, wording it in such a way that made it sound like an introduction instead. His head then turned a little to look at the alarm clock that sat upon the bedside table of the motel room. (It wasn’t a permanent place to stay, but one that he’d come back to a few times when it was close to nearby investigation spots.) The clock read 1 AM, which came as a shock to the hunter and prompted him to check the time on his watch. “Huh,” he spoke aloud to himself, brows raising slightly as he confirmed that it was indeed 1 in the morning.

     As much as it was a relief to hear that Frank wasn’t running from anything weird, Dean sometimes worried that one day, Frank was going to get himself into a lot more trouble than he could handle. “Yeah well, there’s somethin’ weird goin’ on around these parts, so don’t go doing anything stupid,” he warned, giving the other a pointed look. The sketchiest people were always wandering around at these hours, a lot of them drug addicts that would jump whoever they saw to get money for their next fix. Though that kind of behavior was most common in the busy parts of cities.

     “And for the record, you do look funny.” A serious expression shifted into something much more playful, a grin taking shape on Dean’s lips. He was only kidding, of course, though Frank did look different. Tattooed, tall and lanky with dark hair--he stood out from the rest, and people liked to target those who dared to stray from what was seen as the norm. Dean turned his attention back to the desk, bookmarking a few pages in the book in front of him and shutting the laptop. He’d continue more tomorrow, though he hoped the research process wouldn’t take too much longer. “You wanna crash here for the night?”

[dustynoose]

Ain’t going back to Barton Hollow Devil gonna follow me e'er I go Won’t do me no good washing in the river  –

                                       Can’t no preacher man save my S O U L.

                                                 deathslinger || written by j.                                                           please read rules before follow

[ofhunting]

You seem like the perfect dean to write with

I’ve written like 4 things, so I’m honestly really shocked yet flattered to be reading this hahaha. But thank you very much, that’s really kind and it made my day to hear.

[starcourtking]

“And somethin’ struck me, it struck me deep — it knocked me to my knees.”

                     independent, private & selective STEVE HARRINGTON           from Netflix’s Stranger Things & Behaviour Interactive’s Dead by Daylight                                                      protected by Kay

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