Highway To Hell

 Dean Winchester  One too many bad choices, an in ability to let go. Dean Winchester is a changed man with Cain on his arm and Hell in his eyes. A man reborn as a demon. Come and get him. ----------- Indi Dean RP blog from SPN Canon, but loves AUs Selective Pease read this link before playing!

[successorofcain]

Hi

[successorofcain]

I live!

Hello! I'm still alive, happy to see you are, too! Hope all is well in your life, dear reader. I may not have Dean in my head , but Sebastian's story (my first character on Tumblr) has popped back into my head.

I may write down some drabbles... is there interest to read things here on Dean since you're already following this account?

[ixto]

October was meant to be Ixto. My phone is confused. Sorry :D

     [ It’s okay friend, I get you. I understood. 

“Anonymous said: Also Tranquil -Jenny/Dean/Ciaraen“

     Is this an autocorrect thing, too? Or?? ]

[successorofcain]

Dear god, yes. Sorry. My phone is really really confused. Thranduil. He’s not very tranquil, so good job phone.

[ixto]

     [ No, he’s kind of a little shit and refuses to cooperate. ]

[successorofcain]

The best kind of little shit. Ixto, however, is a ray of sunshine and deserves all the goodness and butterflies in the world

[ixto]

October was meant to be Ixto. My phone is confused. Sorry :D

     [ It’s okay friend, I get you. I understood. 

“Anonymous said: Also Tranquil -Jenny/Dean/Ciaraen“

     Is this an autocorrect thing, too? Or?? ]

[successorofcain]

Dear god, yes. Sorry. My phone is really really confused. Thranduil. He's not very tranquil, so good job phone.

[successorofcain]

Dark Forest

[successorofcain]

Reflex had him pull the hunting knife free from his belt and loose it at, what he realized moments later, the source of an amused voice.  He hadn’t noticed the man before.  He could be forgiven that given the ringing in his ears and the spin to the world.

Dean spun himself on his heel with an arm ready to block and the other reaching for the gun he’d lost somewhere between the motel and the forest.  The strange look of the man stole his fuzzed focus.  And the weird fucking black vest.  He narrowed his eyes and did a quick sweep through the underbrush immediately around the man.

“Trespassing means I came willingly.  Think you’re lookin’ for ‘kidnapped’.”

[arandinnu-blog]

     The sting happened before Thranduil could move himself properly away. A wound that would have been much worse had he been any less skilled. Caught between his fingers, the blade had sliced between his index and middle finger, drawing crimson droplets down over his pale hand. Movement of the guards caught his attention, and Thranduil raised his bloodied hand to keep them still and hidden. 

     “You would be wise to be more careful of who you aim and loose your weapons at,” Thranduil hissed with a chilly warning. “These woods span for leagues and I could just as easily turn you loose upon its paths. How well you would fair would be no concern of mine. Die or live, I do not care. But if you loose yet another weapon upon me, you will die before your next stroke fell. And I would feel no remorse. Friend or foe? What is your name? And if you’ve no intent of being here of your own will, then what is it that you’re doing here?”

[successorofcain]

“Don’t think anyone would call me ‘wise’, dude.”  Unarmed, injured, and smelling like Sam’s old gym socks, Dean knew he’d lose any fight if it cropped up.  This man, odd as he was, looked strong.  Fast enough to catch the knife, too.  Not quite angel, but something close.  Maybe something as old.

Not someone he wanted recognizing his name.

“Looks like you were here first, why don’t you tell me how I got here.  An’ if you’re with the angels or demons.”  Crowley might have done it.  The ass liked to play backstabbing ally.  Nothing could be more tiring than dealing with the demon.  Heaven disliked him just the same, though.  Knowing which way the stranger leaned could give him a better change to survive.

[successorofcain]

Dark Forest

arandinnu

The forest he’d woken up in was something else.  It felt nice, almost peaceful, but not as pure as Purgatory.  Something about it was dark.  Ill.  He couldn’t put his finger on why the hairs stood at attention on the back of his neck.  He also couldn’t say how he’d made it from the motel to the middle of what looked like a really old forest.

What he did know, however, was he never made it to the shower after the last demon fight.  And his head hurt.  Dean stood and pressed a hand against the throb.  Wet, sticky, and much more painful with his hand on it.  He looked down and kicked at the rock he must have smashed his head against.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he mumbled as he leaned against a tree.  “What’d I do this time.”

[arandinnu-blog]

     What is this thing? He’d thought upon first glance of the man who’d been laid out in the middle of his glade. Leaves littered atop him, only shuffling aside when the Elvenking’s steed Alagos had snuffed at patches of brown hair as if she had been considering nibbling upon it. Thin fingers trailed her flank as Thranduil stepped closed to the senseless man, backing his horse away. 

     He looked as if he’d encountered a number of orcs upon the border. Perhaps he’d been forced to flee into the wood. Perhaps it was that his fatigue had caught up with him and he had simply expired where he stood. There could only be speculation until the man was awake. Awake, and perhaps convinced to bathe in the river, for he smelled like his battle with a pack of orcs had ended poorly in his favor. 

     So Thranduil stood back, leaving the man to sleep after assessing that his life was in no immediate danger. He drew his attention back to Alagos, stroking her nose tenderly, feeding her oat treats from his satchel until the man was roused. And still Thranduil said nothing. 

     He stood and only observed the man, taking stock of his strangeness and his outfit. He’d intended to say nothing until he was spotted, lest he frighten the man, but he found himself amused by the confusion and vulgarity.

     “It seems as though you’ve trespassed through my borders, and into my personal garden,” Thranduil spoke with a hint of mirth in his voice, despite how wary he was below the surface. Perhaps, not wary enough, as per his usual demeanor. 

[successorofcain]

Reflex had him pull the hunting knife free from his belt and loose it at, what he realized moments later, the source of an amused voice.  He hadn’t noticed the man before.  He could be forgiven that given the ringing in his ears and the spin to the world.

Dean spun himself on his heel with an arm ready to block and the other reaching for the gun he’d lost somewhere between the motel and the forest.  The strange look of the man stole his fuzzed focus.  And the weird fucking black vest.  He narrowed his eyes and did a quick sweep through the underbrush immediately around the man.

“Trespassing means I came willingly.  Think you’re lookin’ for ‘kidnapped’.”

[successorofcain]

Dark Forest

arandinnu

The forest he’d woken up in was something else.  It felt nice, almost peaceful, but not as pure as Purgatory.  Something about it was dark.  Ill.  He couldn’t put his finger on why the hairs stood at attention on the back of his neck.  He also couldn’t say how he’d made it from the motel to the middle of what looked like a really old forest.

What he did know, however, was he never made it to the shower after the last demon fight.  And his head hurt.  Dean stood and pressed a hand against the throb.  Wet, sticky, and much more painful with his hand on it.  He looked down and kicked at the rock he must have smashed his head against.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he mumbled as he leaned against a tree.  “What’d I do this time.”

[successorofcain]

arandinnu has awoken the beast that is Winchester

[russianmadewidow]

I need a Dean..

[successorofcain]

Needless to say, I’m not nearly active enough to be this awesome Nat’s Dean.  So if you are, or know, a Dean who’d like to play with the Black Widow... [helpfully points to RussianMadeWidow]

[successorofcain]

"We all get a little lost sometimes," he whispered, placing a sweet kiss on Dean's forehead. "Whatever paths you're on, Dean-- I'm just glad to see you whenever you can be here."

Eh, there’ve been others around.  Weird guys, pretty sure one of ‘em is insane.

[successorofcain]

99% of the folks I used to RP with have gone just an inactive as I have!

[successorofcain]

"You know, sometimes when you're gone I miss you more than I miss being home."

... sometimes I get..... lost.....

[successorofcain]

Boo.... again.  I’m sort of here for a bit, checking who’s still active and around.  I said I would come back and I 100% meant to... but then life intervened again and...well...

Life has been interestingly busy.

I’m intending to start on a book sort of thing, too, so everything has gone ‘boom’ and I have a lot of ‘irons in the fire’, as my mother likes to say.

But like I said, I’m here, ish, for now.  No promises for later tonight or tomorrow :D

[successorofcain]

Boo

[successorofcain]

Oh hey there

Guess ol’Dean-O and I passed out/got distracted by the joy that is new job, new life, new man-friend.

But I’m planning on coming... somewhat back!  I’ll go through Dean’s about and everything, see what to keep and what to toss.  Some things I’ll keep (Old World with ixto) but most will be going.  Call it... 99% reboot!

To make a short PSA even shorter...

WE’RE BACK!! Who’s missed us :D

[successorofcain]

Dean's Been Archived

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[successorofcain]

Absence

Honestly no clue when I'm coming back, Dean's muse has disappeared, but if you want or need me I'm on Bucky and Bron most often.  I'm also on Skype under HellsNewestKnight.