The Family Business

Winchester. Like the gun. Everyone has demons. Mine just happen to be alive and following me.

[bluberrieboy]

TextMessage///OPEN

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TXT: It's easier than calling TXT: If I was busy and couldn't answer my phone, I can always answer a text. TXT: if you send me one more question mark I'm taking your damn phone.

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TEXT: Ok that's good. TEXT: ....Uh....you only hear my voice if one of us called the other. We are texting right now so you cannot hear my voice.

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TXT: Cas...it's on vibrate that's why it's not making sounds. TXT: go to your options and turn the sound on. TXT: how did you manage to get your phone on vibrate anyway?

[playingwithgunsintheimpala-blog]

Cain killed his baby brother which is how he got the mark. Now Dean has the Mark of Cain....

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Dean dropped the knife as he killed his latest victim. Crowley had been right. The more he killed the better he felt. Blood was on his hands now, literally and figuratively. He closed his eyes as he moved away from the body. He felt so /good/. That is, until he got caught by one of the few people he gave a fuck about.

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smut (open to any Sams, Deans, and Cas)

Dean parked the Impala and looked at the passenger with a smirk. "You ready?" He asked.

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"Werewolves. Vampires. Pagan deities. Demons. Other creatures that I don't even know what the fuck they are." He smirked at her then. "Call me Dean," he said. "Now....what exactly are you? I've never seen anyone with wings like that except Cas...but he's an Angel..."

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"I've seen monsters before," Dean said. "And you're not one. Not human, yes. Monster. No." He turned to face her. "The name's Dean. Dean Winchester." He knew that saying his name probably wouldn't help. Monsters knew him as their boogeyman.

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Dean laughed a bit humorlessly. "How do I know that if I put the gun down, you won't shoot me?" He questioned. "Why don't we put them down at the same time?" He then met her eyes. "One...two...three...put the guns down..." If she put her gun down, his gun would go down as well.

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Dean had to pull off to the side of the road and slam on the brakes when he realized she had wings. Green eyes widened as he watched her. They looked like Cas' wings. "Are you an Angel? My best friend's an Angel."

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Dean was not used to staring down a barrel of a gun. He took a deep breath and nodded his understanding, but kept his gun pointed still. So...definitely /not/ a demon. "Fair enough," he said. Then, "how 'bout we both put our guns down, dude?"

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+6 Are In the Impala

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Dean nodded. She was a Hunter. Well, that made sense. "You know the drill. Didn't know if you were a demon or not."

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"What do you need from me?" Dean asked. Apparently this woman knew of him and his reputation. Either a Hunter or some type of creature. "What do you want?"

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+6 Are In the Impala

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Dean put the gun down, but with his free hand he splashed Holy water onto the woman. When she didn't burn, he looked a bit embarrassed. "You shouldn't be here," he said.

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+6 Are In the Impala

Dean held the gun level with the person's face. "What the fuck do you want?" he demanded. He was not in the mood to deal with this shit.

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+2 Are In the Impala

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He grinned, before hugging his brother, before moving to order his favorite.

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Dean smiled and hugged his baby brother back and ordered his ice cream as well. "Dad gave me a new credit card," he explained. He then shot their dad a text, telling him they would meet at the ice cream parlor, since him and Sam were already there.

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+2 Are In the Impala

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"Anything you want, Sammy."