Dec 23, 2011
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There'll be booze....
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I'm holding a Christmas party at my home, anyone interested to come?
There'll be booze....
You're not a person. You never were. • A Dean Ericka Drabble.
Standing in the garage, sitting on the coolbox, out of which he'd just grabbed a beer, uncapped it with his keys and placed the neck of the bottle against his lips as he drunk from it, the refreshing, alcoholic liquid pouring down his throat, on its way to his stomach. The hunter sighed. Just what the hell was he doing? He was sitting on a cooler in his garage, staring at his car, that for sure, but what /was/ he doing? Wasting his time. The precipis time he could spend on saving lives, doing his job. He'd always made fun of Jared, thought it was douchey to want a normal life like this, but deep down, he knew he wanted the same, even though he had no clue how. People's lives depended on him, the whole world depended on him, he couldn't waste time. He just wanted his life to be centered on something other than death. He's watched too many people die, people he loved, people he was just befriended with, people he didn't even know, and this all started when his mom died because of a demon, Greyson. Truth was, Dean would always be a hunter. Been one since he was four, and the instinct would just never leave. He would always be the man with the huge arsenal in his trunk, fifty different identities just so the cops wouldn't find him, thirty different cellphones for the same reason, blood on his hands, and the life nobody wants, because it sucks. As much as he loves Lexi, because he does, he truly does, he can't step away from his duty. He can't. He's a soldier, fighting against Hell, Heaven, and everything that works slightly against humans. You can take a man out of the job, but you'll never take the job out of the man.
But what's normal these days? • Bella & Dean
It was a warm day for a day this close to Christmas when Dean Ericka, famous demon hunter and ex-manslut, finished working on that shiny black, classic, 1967 Chevrolet Impala. This car was Dean's home, even though he lived with Lexi now. He had grown up in this car, the toy soldier he had stuck in the ashtray when he was six still being there, and all of those small details that just really made the car special. Dean wiped the back of his hand over his sweat coated forehead, carelessly wiping his hand on the already dirty grey t-shirt he wore. Lexi wasn't home, probably doing some Christmas-shopping right now. As a guy who's lived on the road his whole life, he hated being in the same place for long, and this caused Dean to now and then take off for a couple of days to drive around the state, picking up a few hunts, sleeping in motels like he used to, or just sleep in the car. Yeah, even though he was happier than he's been in those 26 years he's walked the earth, he missed the freedom, the road, those simple things. Dean always claimed not to want a "normal, apple pie life", after all he's been hunting creatures since he could spell the word 'gun', and honestly, he's never really had a problem with it, until he started losing people. But today, Dean just wanted to have some fun with a friend, someone of whom he knew he could have fun with. June? Nah, she'd mock the hell out of him, and go on and on about wanting a puppy. Not the best choice. Logan? Right, because awkward angels are usually good hanging-out company for an out-going, extravert, and fun loving guy like Dean. No. Bella? Yeah, that, in fact, sounded perfect. No complications, no awkwardness, just fun. He dug one of the fifty cellphones he owned for hunter-safety reasons out of the pocket of his ripped jeans, clapped it open, and let his fingers glide over the twelve buttons as he texted her, before pressing the 'send' button. [ Bells, hey. U free today? -D]
Shadow Kissed {RPG} // OT4: DEXI&BELLA WATSON
ooc: Loosely based on this music video. You don't have to listen to the song but it is pretty c:
Basically I got this idea of Dean trying to take on more than he can, and trying to save everyone but in the end, look where it got him.
ooc: DEAN AND LEXI
Do we want to backdate the Thanksgiving thread or make the torture happen now instead?
Dear Future Self.
Hey man, I'm pretty sure this is weird. You know, reading a letter you wrote to yourself a couple of years ago, remembering things like some wrinkly old man. That is, if I'm still alive in this 'future'. So.. I just wanted to tell you this, give you some advice that I would die to take myself. But, it's a little harder than it looks on paper.
Never lose yourself. Never lose that 'Give 'em Hell' attitude of yours. Keep on enjoying life. It's what those demonic sons of bitches hate to see, and love to ruin, but, we know better than that. You're Dean, fricken, Ericka. You got this.
Anyway. How you holdin' up? Ask yourself that. And, don't give me the 'I'm fine' crap. We both.. whatever.. know what that means. Because you know, we lie about that sorta' questions, because everyone knows exactly what our definition of 'fine' is. It means you're bleeding to death on the inside, and you know there's no one to save you, because you're the hero of this story. You save people. So, you keep on doing that. Stop doubting yourself. Be. Dean.
So, yeah. Take care, tiger.
Your old self.
Dear Mom,
Time really does fly. It's already been twenty-two years since dad and I lost you, and honestly, it still feels like I'm that little boy who just lost his mom yesterday. But well, look what's become of him now, all grown up. Never finished school, got no job but the saving of lives, lost dad along the road. But hey, I'm happy. Ish. I mean, I lost dad... He died, you've probably seen him around in Heaven already, but, just thought I should share the news. You know, just in case.
I miss you, mom. Every. Single. Day. I know, hunting isn't really the fate you wanted me to have, hell, it's not even fate I wanted to have, but, a man's got to do what he's got to do. And finally, after twenty-two years, I've finally found the demon dad and I started hunting for in the first place. You know, the one... that killed you...
holyfuckdeanstopfuckingcryinggetyourshittogether
Mom, to be honest with you here... I'm not okay... I'm not "fine". And if it hadn't been for my stubbornness, I don't even think I need to explain that, I would've put myself 6" ft under already. This job... It's hard, it's killing me, rather literally. But, every time things get rough, and I end up as sitting on the hood of dad's car I decided to keep, I just think.. "What would mom think?" and then I realize, you wouldn't want me to give up, to let go of the life you gave me. I respect you far, and far too much for that. And hey, I'm an Ericka. I don't back down. I won't stop fighting till they have to drag me off the battlefield.
Oh, and, by the way, I know how you always loved to hear about stuff like this, so.. Yeah, I'm in love. Her name's Lexi. And, she's great. You would have loved her, trust me.
Rest in Peace, and wait for me up there.
Dean.