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@scarsandbullets
“ it’s okay. you can tell me.”
Dean looked at Amy from where he was sitting on the sofa. He knew he could tell her anything. That she would understand him, that she wouldn't judge him. But that didn't change how he felt about it. It didn't make it easier for him to go back to remember it all.
" I know Ams... " He said staring off in front of him. " I wanna tell ya where I've been more than anything... "
guess who’s back...
Torture Starter Pack
(⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING! ⚠️ This post contains some heavy content. 15+ Advised!!)
One of our Muses is the kidnapper, the other, the kidnapped. This isn’t planned to be a soft scenario. In fact, violence is what we’re here for. Choose your preferred position, send an icon as the torture method, and send a number for your line.
Kidnapped:
“Dear Christ, no!”
“What are you planning to do with that?”
“Stay away from me! Keep that thing away!”
“Please don’t do this..”
“Somebody help me!”
“I-I’ll do whatever you want!..”
“Why are you doing this to me?!”
“Don’t hurt me!”
“Stop, stop, it hurts!!”
“Yo-You broke it! You br-broke it!”
“I-I’m done..”
“Put it down.. We can talk this over..”
“You’re driving me insane!!”
“Where are you?!”
“Please, please… It hurts so much..”
Kidnapper:
“Hush.. It will only hurt for a moment.”
“Please don’t cry..”
“You know why you’re here.”
“Take it! Take it!”
“Beating you feels so good!..”
“Ssshhh. You’re only making it worse for yourself.”
“You want another one?!”
“Does it hurt? Does it hurt?!”
“Shut up! I hate hearing you!”
“Stay the hell down!”
“You wont get out of here easily! You wont get out of here at all!”
“You. Are. Mine. Understand me?!..”
“You’re so cute when you act like that..”
“Stop wiggling!”
“I hope you feel every bit of this! All of it!”
🖤 - Love. Use your affection as a torture device. Show your victim how much you love them with the most effective feeling. Pain.
🔪 - Knife Play. Use a blade to reach all those hard to itch nooks and crannies.
🛎 - Noise. Use the magic of sound to penetrate your victims hearing. Disturb them.
🔫 - Firearm. Take the old fashioned route, use your bullets and dust to your advantage to show your dominance.
🛁 - Steam. Use boiling liquids to force your subject to succumb to your will and give in.
🔗 - Chains. Beat your victim black and blue with the hard impact of metal itself.
📍 - Pins and needles. Use sharp and pointy little knacks to drive your subject up the wall. Or, drive them to it.
🍞 - Food. Starve your victim. Make them beg for the tiniest crumb.
❄️/☀️ - Temperature. Use the environment to deprive them of their mind. Make them curl in for warmth, or undress for a breeze.
👁🗨 - Vision. Deprived your subject of their eyes. Choose to keep one, or rid them of both. Either way.. Use it as punishment.
⛏ - Pick. Decide how many teeth your victim really needs.
🖐 - Fingers. Your victim starts off with ten fingers, how many will they be left with?
🗣 - Discrimination. Remind your victim how worthless they are. Spit venom into their minds, make them believe it.
💞 - Family. Remove their loved ones from this earth. Show them there’s only one person they belong too.
⛓ - Restrain. Hold them back. Tighten the rope and chains until blood is drawn. Make them earn their movement and freedom.
💢 - Anger. Use their own emotion against them. Drain them of all their energy and emotional stability until there’s nothing left but a shell.
☢️ - Get creative. Freestyle it.
( BOBBY SINGER )
Bobby bore the indignity of what he called “the hunter tap dance” silently. “‘S what I’m tryin to tell you Idjit, I bounced off the pearly gates. Ain’t sure why I’m back jus’ glad to be watching the grass from this side again.”
“Fore you get all high an mighty on me bout makin a deal, I ain’t done it but once an you know that. I didn’t do this.”
This wasn’t good. If Bobby didn’t know how he got back, Dean was worried that something...or someone, wanted him back. Dean shrugged. “Wasn’t us either.” He tapped his finger, looking down at his hand for a moment before looking back up and Bobby. “Not that I’m not happy you’re back, because I am...But last time somethin like this happened...wasn’t pretty.”
( BOBBY SINGER )
“I think I’m Robert Steven Singer, princess, an you owe me at least the courtesy I gave you when you came back.”
Bobby took a drink of his water and smiled at the waitress as she came by. “I know you gotta make sure, but it’s me, like I tol’ ya in the phone, I bounced off the gates postage due.”
He had a point. Dean did owe him that at least. He took in a deep breath and pulled out a bottle of holy water, opening the bottle he held it out, dumping a little bit on his hand once the waitress had passed. When nothing happened he moved on to silver. Pulling the knife out he gave a small cut on the older man’s arm. When again nothing happened, the last to check was Borax.
Again nothing happened, leaving Dean looking at Bobby stunned. Was it really him? “Bobby?” He asked in disbelief. “How...What...What happened?”
BOBBY SINGER.
Back…
@scarsandbullets
Bobby would know that car anywhere, and it took everything he had to not run when it pulled in outside the diner next to his work car. It was a black sedan dean would know cold plates or not, he’d learned to drive in it.
Bobby was seated at the table watching the angry set of deans shoulders as he stomped into confront the imposter. Bobby knew he was better off meeting Dean here in public where he’d get a chance to talk. But that didn’t stop him from shifting uneasily.
He wasn’t expecting it...Hearing from Bobby. Last he knew the guy was dead. Like DEAD dead. Never coming back again. But when he got the call, and heard the old man’s voice on the other end. He had to check it out. At the very least send whoever the HELL it was walking around in Bobby’s meat suit, or a copy of it...Back to where they came from.
Nobody messed with his family.
When he pulled into the diner he saw the same old beat up sedan Bobby drove in and he couldn’t help the twinge in his heart. That was Bobby’s car. The same one he learned to drive in. He parked next to it. Did everything he could to rally whatever courage he could and walked into the diner.
By the time he reached the table Bobby, or whoever was walking around looking like Bobby, his fists were tight and white. It was obvious that he was pissed. He sat down, calm and cool, and looked across the table at them. “Listen...I don’t know who the hell you think you are. But nobody messes with my family like this ya hear me?”
(BOBBY & SAMMY):
“We’re not pissed at you for doin’ the right thing,” Bobby told him. “Gettin’ people out of a vamp nest, that’s just somethin’ any of us would’ve tried to do. We take risks, we help people.”
“What has got me pissed is the fact you genuinely thought we’d leave you to just bleed out and die in there,” Sam broke in, trying and failing to hide how hurt he was. “What the hell, Dean? Nothing is gonna make us leave you to die in a monster nest if there’s een the slightest chance you might survive.”
Dean looked down when Sam ranted about why he was upset. He could understand it...Really. He knew that he would probably feel the same way. But he couldn't help but feel like this was a vicious cycle they were in.
"Sammy...One of these days...I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die and I hope that I'll go down protecting people from the things I've been hunting...My whole life." Dean paused. "But what I did back there...I did that to save you. You and Bobby. And I'd do it again."
(SOOKIE):
Sookie was human (kind of) and pumping full of rich blood that he really needed. She hadn’t brought it up yet quite frankly because she was tired of every vampire wanting to make a meal out of her, but this was different. This wasn’t some vampire thinking humans were just food they could eat any time. This was Dean, hungry and dying for blood (literally, or soon enough anyways) and she felt like she needed to help. What else was she going to do? Tell him to go out and hunt? No way. ❝I…I can try to help you.❞ Hopefully her few words were enough to hint at what she was offering. ❝I ain’t tryin’ to be no test subject for you to practice bitin’ and feedin’ from but…I know you need it and I’m not about to let you starve yourself to death.❞
Dean looked up at Sookie. She didn't need to say any more for him to know what she was getting at. She wanted him to FEED off of her. She wanted him to drink her blood. He shook his head. "Sookie I...I couldn't do that to you." He knew her history with vampires constantly trying to drink her blood. He didn't want to just be another vampire on that list. "Sookie please...don't. I can just...I'll just drink some true blood."
(SOOKIE):
❝Of course it’s a bad thing!❞ The faerie was quick to argue, upset that he would even suggest such a thing. She knew vampires could go through a state of depression when they were just turned, self loathing and all of that, but it was a phase most survived, and Dean needed to, too. ❝Dean, you gotta stop talking nonsense like that. It’s not the end of the world and you’re gonna find a way to get through this. Look at all the other vampires that have - Eric, Jess, Pam. They’re all good examples of how vampires thrive in this world.❞
There was the Sookie Dean had come to know and love. She always saw the good in everyone. Even people who DIDN'T deserve it like Dean Winchester. He looked at her with a sad look on his face. The look of a defeated man. The look of someone who wanted nothing more than to give up. But Sookie was never going to let him just give up like that. "Sookie...I can't even get blood right now."
Dean Winchester | 2.03 Bloodlust
*: ･ﾟ✧ interrogation starters.
feel free to change pronouns etc as needed.
CALM / QUESTIONING.
“ tell me, what happened?”
“ did you see anything?”
“ what do you remember?”
“ do you remember anything unusual?”
“ please, try to remember as much as you can.”
“ every detail is important.”
“ and what happened next?”
“ and what did you do when all this took place?”
“ what were you doing around __ am/pm?”
“ where were you around __ am/pm?”
“ can anyone verify that?”
“ was someone with you?”
“ and you had nothing to do with it?”
“ and you weren’t involved?”
“ did you see it happen?”
“ did you see who did it?”
“ did you see or hear anything? anything at all?”
CARING / UNDERSTANDING.
“ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?”
“ did someone hurt you?”
“ it’s okay. you can tell me.”
“ you were just trying to defend yourself, weren’t you?”
“ we can take a break, if you want.”
“ everything will be okay, i promise. but you need to talk to me.”
“ it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but it really would help if you did.”
SUSPICIOUS.
“ there is something you’re not telling me.”
“ i think you’re lying.”
“ you looked away just now when you said that. are you sure you’re telling the truth?”
“ except what you’re telling me doesn’t align with what we already know.”
“ seems to me like you know more than you’re letting in on.”
“ what aren’t you telling me?”
“ who are you trying to protect?”
“ so you really don’t know what any of it means? no clue at all?”
“ they must’ve told you more than that.”
“ you have to have seen more than that.”
“ and you want me to believe you don’t remember?”
“ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?”
“ an accident? is that what you’re going with?”
DEMANDING.
“ i need you to tell me the truth.”
“ i need you to tell me what happened.”
“ i know you’re not telling me the truth.”
“ that doesn’t line up with the evidence. so… you wanna try that again?”
“ stop lying. i already know that’s not what happened.”
MAKING A DEAL / ASKING FOR HELP / DEMANDING HELP.
“ what do you want in exchange for this information?”
“ i’m listening…”
“ you’re coming with me.”
“ since you’re the only one who knows how to find them, i don’t really have a choice but to take you with me.”
“ fine. i’ll take you with me, but if you try anything…”
“ i can’t give you that. you know that.”
“ if we’re going to make a deal, you’re gonna have to ask for something a little more rational than that.”
“ okay. we have a deal.”
“ sorry. no deal.”
(BOBBY & SAMMY):
Bobby turned as soon as Dean began moving, and held him down firmly with one hand. “You keep your ass still,” he said in a tone that brooked no argument. “You’re in hospital, an’ the doctors just got done pullin’ your ass outta the fire, so stay where you are so they can get done fillin’ you back up.” He nodded at the blood bag hanging by the bed.
Sam, who had been watching this exchange, now shook his head. “You scared the crap out of me, you jerk.”
Dean felt Bobby's hand on his shoulder and paused, sitting back down with a huff. He looked at the iv injecting blood into him. His gaze went to Sam who was looking like he had just been through the worst day of his life. That made sense...Seeing as he almost died.
He looked down, finding it hard to look at his brother. "Sammy I'm...I'm sorry alright." He finally looked up at his brother. "I couldn't wait for you two to get back. I had to get those people out of there." He looked at Bobby and Sam. He did manage to get them out in time. So at least he saved those ten people.
Listen.
Sometimes I don’t want to rp.
Sometimes I only want to rp selectively because a certain thread intrigues me at a time.
It’s not me being a bitch.
It’s me being the average human that has interests and moods.
(NEGAN):
【 ₦Ɇ₲₳₦ 】― The kid really had no idea … no idea what and who he was dealing with now. He wasn’t the same weak man he knew years ago. The world had twisted him in to a man who stood his ground , took what he wanted , and to hell with anyone who tried to stand in his way. He was a man who cared about little to nothing at all. He was a man who didn’t take shit from anyone.
❝ Who the FUCK do you think you’re talking to like that ? ❞ He turned adjusting his stance to look Dean in the eyes. ❝ You’re weak , Dean. You’ve always been weak. You let emotions get in the way of what needs to be done. The boy I raised wouldn’t be standing here in front of me trying to give me SHIT. Just like Sammy down there , so quick to walk away from family because he didn’t like his job. Well to FUCKIN’ bad. Life isn’t FUCKIN’ fair. You want to know why I bailed ? I bailed because what I saw in front of me wasn’t worth fighting for. Cold hard facts. Now you can either do something to change that , or you don’t. ❞
Those words cut deep. They hurt to hear. That still, to this day...His own dad still saw him as a disappointment. His whole life he strived to be like his dad. Strived to make him proud. To be the man that he raised him to be. Sure that meant he was more soldier than man sometimes...But he did it ALL to make his dad proud.
He gave a nod, looking down and trying not to show the hurt that was in his eyes. "Yes sir." That was a familiar saying. Sure it had been years since he'd said that. But it was still just as familiar to him as anything else...Like hunting...Or breathing.
(CASTIEL):
“If I had known that it was this easy to get to you apologize for something,” Cas replied, now not even bothering to hide his smile, offering Dean a gentle chuckle, “I’d have tried this earlier.” He pulled back, a lot more self-aware now that he was done with the bravado. “Sorry.” Still smiling a little, now standing up. “That was… what you’d call an impulse. Not that I regret it.”
And like that...Cas was standing up. Dean let out a frustrated sigh when Cas looked away from him. This was madening. He looked up at Cas with big, confused eyes. Impuls...Dean smirked, standing up and crossing to the angel before pulling him in by his silly trenchcoat Dean loved so much. Lips collided in a desperate, somewhat sloppy kiss. When he finally pulled away he let out another shaky sigh. "Good impulse I'd say."
