Dean Winchester

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Since I'm sort of starting to give activity to this blog once more after being gone for like a month, I decided to start again in a new blog. An actual one instead of just a side blog. So I can use it more easily and with more freedom and I can immerse myself completely in Dean's portrayal since this is a side blog of an account to a completely different muse who is the one who gets my complete attention in this account. So if you like my Dean and wanna be with me on this change feel free to follow me. The url will be the same so the rp partners I'm keeping don't need to change anything :) I will continue to answer in the new blog naturally and if the threads are really recent I'll reblog them to the new blog to keep track ;)

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Whereas the hunter had sounded apologetic on the phone, he’d changed again.  There was that hostility in his eyes, and in his voice. The same as when he’d told Cas to get out before.

The lack of any warmth from Dean bothered Castiel, but he’d been dealing with the unfamiliar hurt feelings for a while, and could suppress them.  Did suppress them.  

"You expect me to believe you wanted to see me to talk about something I could have told you over the phone?"  It was clear Castiel was skeptical.  "If you want my help, tell me what you really need."  This time, his tone was just as hostile as Dean’s.  

There was something else at play here.  He pushed his emotions aside, trying to figure it out.

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Dean tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at the other as he tried to suppress his anger. His mark was starting to hitch, emotions he was used to rushing through his veins as if he had never learnt to manage them before.

He was pretty sure this wasn't a good sign but that didn't mean he needed the angel's help. He didn't. 

"So you're a fan of phone calls now, huh?" he opted for sarcasm, nodding slightly as he grinned in that usual forced way of his, licking his lower lip. It had been so many times he had told Castiel he needed him by now, yet right now it was as if the angel had took that for granted and turned the tables. As if Dean couldn't do it on his own and that enraged the hunter.

"I don't need your help, Cas-- I swear if someone else starts askin' me if I need help I'll lose it!" he rushed. "I wanted to apologise. That's it. After all we've been through is it that hard for you to just accept a god damn apology?"

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// Your Dean though. Ijustlovethewayyourphimitissodean

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dean + 9.21

[mishasminions]

OH GOD. THAT SUGGESTIVE LOOK FROM CAS. THAT BASHFUL SMILE FROM DEAN.

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#get married already #it’s legal in purgatory 

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heres the plan: have sex

[brinkofpynk]

it’s legal in purgatory

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Yeah, the only thing is, THE PURGATORY IN MIAMI IS A FREAKING GAY BAR!

[kiwifluid]

ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS HOLY SHIT

[damnsexydresden]

This just keeps getting better

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Castiel’s mind drifted back to one incident he hoped that his friend would never discover. But as they were sitting there talking he found it inevitable.

That and he was surprised that Sam hadn’t said anything. Where was he?

"Still, you are more tolerable than other humans." That was Cas speak for telling Dean that he liked him. "On the contrary, I all but drank a whole liquor store and I did not feel any better for it. Ask your brother" A lot of people had been struck down by other angels for a lot less. Saying that Dean was different from the rest was a bit of an understatement.

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Dean wasn't sure what was that the angel liked so much about him to always be so condescending with him but for better or worse, it made the hunter actually like the angel as well, even if he was a weird little creature and a pain in the ass.

"Well, you're more tolerable than other angels." Dean sighed, eyed on the laptop. He had to look up with the angel's next words though.

Had he just heard right?

His lips puckered visibly as if he was about to say something, eyes narrowing in obvious confusion.

"---You what?"

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" Shut up and listen. " The angel spat, each and every word as stressed as the last. It was not often that he spoke in this manner, so his frustration was clear. He had caught a glimpse of the mark on Dean's arm- And had promptly seen to grabbing the man's arm and noting that it was indeed the Mark of Cain. On his face was a mixture of emotions, primarily frustration and sorrow. " Do you understand the consequences, Dean? "

"I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to kill Abaddon as much as I do. This is our chance, Cas. And if I can, I’ll take it. I don’t care about the consequences." the hunter shared with his strong voice, confident and unfailing, although he didn’t step away from the angel or reacted to the grab of his arm. Castiel was the last person he needed trying to move him from his objective. 

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The pain that coursed through his body… It was so consuming that he had great difficulty focusing on anything else- No matter how urgent it may be. The black-feathered wings fluttered occasionally, the movements spastic in nature, as if to remind the hunter that they were, indeed, there.

The seraph focused his efforts and his energy on peeling open his eyes so that he could see the object that weighed down on his left wing— But he couldn’t manage to get them to open— Rather, the eyelids fluttered about, as if glued shut. " Dean, " He spoke, tone urgent; but his tone was hushed, almost nonexistent, agonized. Speaking was difficult, and the majority of his words either didn’t escape his lips, or came out as squeaks, or breaths of pain. " —… M..y wing… " The bed-side stand had fallen over earlier when his wings sprouted from his back; now the stand was laying on it’s side, laying heavily on his left wing— Making his current existence even more agonizing than it already was.

At the hunters last comment, there was a small smile— The movement of even his lips showed clear difficulty. ” … I … Am… … Tr..ying.. “

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Dean raised his eyebrows right away, a trait that usually showed that he was giving his complete attention to the one talking to him. In this case, it was much more than that. Dean wasn't only giving complete attention to Castiel, he was utterly entranced by him. Nothing else in the World mattered more right now than keeping this angel alive.

The angel's weak words ran up his spine and the hunter looked at the wing, standing up suddenly. He didn't mutter a single word, focusing only on helping Cas any way he could. Castiel had never materialized his wings before and it was terrifying. He quickly moved away the stand with a groan, freeing the wing. He couldn't help but stare. Castiel's wings were in terrible shape, yet they were still imposing. He felt his eyes become watery as he crouched slightly to touch the torn feathers in a light caress. 

He couldn't help but frown in anguish as he ate his lower lip before standing, running one hand over his lips.

He had no idea what to do. There was nothing to do but wait.

He sat down against the angel, again, careful not to touch the wings and grabbed his hand tightly in comfort. 

"It's okay, Cas. You're gonna be safe soon. We can fix this-- Just hold on a little longer. Don't talk. Just breathe."

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This was not the conversation that Castiel wanted to have with Dean, though he had the feeling that unless he disappeared out of the room that the hunter wasn’t going to give him a choice.

Not that Castiel didn’t do anything he wanted to do. “Perhaps some of you act as though that is true” He conceded, he certainly had seen things that proved his point. “We don’t sit in motels and drink beer” Dean probably wouldn’t accept the answer that they just basically did what they were told. 

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The angel's response had Dean snorting with a small smile, eyebrows furrowing as he stared at his bottle. Perhaps some of us thought that was true? Was he trying to offend him or something?

"Eh. That much is true, I bet." he sighed with a grin. "Maybe that's the problem. If you were more human, you all wouldn't be such dicks." he voiced casually without thinking first. He knew he played his luck with the angel very often. Castiel had the power to erase him any time he wanted. But that wouldn't stop him. Nothing ever stopped him.

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sam and dean + hugs

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His true weakness is revealed. He’s in love

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Castiel watched Dean approach and then looked back to the screen. As strange as he thought that people were, a part of him wanted to watch more. But he had the feeling that Dean wouldn’t let that happen while he was in the room and Castiel couldn’t very well operate one of these machines by himself.

"Well alright," He huffed. "Humans are not animals but I think that I get what you’re saying." Castiel thought for a moment but decided not to voice his thoughts. Angels did have these thoughts. They weren’t perfect and course there were those like him who did fall.

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Dean narrowed his eyes slightly as he sat down, watching the angel.

"Not animals. Ya sure there, feathers? Because if I recall we are a species of animal who needs to breed. Sex is an instinct. A very good and blessed one in my opinion." he shared, tilting his head as a common trait before taking a sip of his beer. "What the hell do even angels do to pass time?"

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Something on the screen made Cas’ Face screw up in a frown. People had some very troubling issues. "I always thought that you were strange, but this is something I cannot get behind. How do you turn it off?”

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Dean sighed hard as he stood up from his computer and walked to the angel. With barely sparing him a look, the hunter grabbed the remote from the television's top and turned it off.  "There. Now keep it shut. And this ain't strange, Cas. Humans are animals. They have sex. Most natural thing there is." he reasoned, raising his eyebrows before going back to work.

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Castiel didn’t answer, but merely appeared at the bunker. He stood uncharacteristically far from Dean, and watched him for a long moment. “Metatron has disappeared.  But that’s not what you really want to know,” Cas surmised.  He knew Dean’s priority was the knight from hell. “What do you really need from me,” he asked, bluntly.  

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"Great." the hunter hissed sarcastically in response to the news about Metatron as he raised his eyebrows, one of his characteristic forced smiles tugging at his lips and body pacing calmly through the room as he threw his phone to the couch. He wasn't even surprised with the sudden apparition. Nor he was surprised that they had no Metatron. No Metatron, no Abaddon... It was just perfect.  He blinked for a moment, tilting his head as if he didn't quite understand the angel. He didn't. He didn't understand why Castiel was trying to push buttons he shouldn't.  "I just told you-- Cas." he nodded, spreading his arms. "What else do you want me to say?" he asked, probably a bit too hostile.

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Clara smiled. It was a huge weight off her shoulders to know that there was a heaven. After her mom died she had carried that doubt with her all the time. But if there really was a heaven, and she knew now without a doubt that there was, she knew her mother was there. 

"Thanks again." She smiled. "Is there anything there I can do to help… while you wait for your brother. I’m good with research. I’m actually a history teacher." 

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Dean furrowed his eyebrows slightly in calm confusion. A soft and common trait of his.  "-For what?" there was no reason for her to thank him for anything. Specially when they had started in such a way. But she had been a pleasant surprise. He could get with the Doctor, whoever he was, had a partner like this. Even when he could be anywhere and probably meet anyone.

"Well if ya can read through some angel mythology you may be able to help. We're lookin' for a weapon. But we don't know where to find it." he voiced casually, strong voice as he locked his eyes on the road.