#imnotafather

[screwthejob]

why does Dean always get caught in the middle of things!? 

@thetjhammond @imnotafather @sonsoftheking

[imgonnashoottothrill]

"Stay with me. Come on, just a little longer." - John

Dying RP Starters

“I’m sorry, I tried to be faster. Please don’t be mad,” the thirteen year old whispered, panting shallowly, the gash in his side deep, but sluggish. Still, it would be hard on an adult, and he was a kid.

[tenebrisx]

❝ Oh, I have my ways, but I have to ask; How’s the wife and kids? ❞

 // @imnotafather xxx

[inseparablevirtuesandfailin-blog]

Returned

@imnotafather Mary was alone. Less than ten minutes ago (or what felt like less than ten minutes ago), she had been with her boys and her husband. And now she was in the woods, alone. It took her half-an-hour to find a road, and another hour to find someone to drive her into town (it probably didn't help that she was in a nightgown). Once she was settled into the town, she started searching for any sign of her family. She found several news articles about her boys committing heinous crimes, but nothing concrete about their current whereabouts. And there was nothing about John at all. One thing was clear: her boys were hunting. Mary started hunting too. She figured if she hunted, they would eventually meet. After three hunts, she ran into someone who knew John. She got John's number from him. Finally, she could get in contact with him. It took her a week to work up the courage to text him, and even then, she couldn't bring herself to tell him who he was. The text ended up being intentionally vague, intentionally short on information. [text: John] I got your number from Bobby Singer. I need your help with a hunt. They say you're one of the best.

[imgonnashoottothrill]

You

@imnotafather

If anyone had ever said Dean would see his father again, he’d have laughed and thrown a book at them, then buried himself in work until the anxiety had passed.

And yet, here he was, staring in a stunned sort of horror as across the way, John Winchester was filling a car he hadn’t seen in nearly fifteen years. It was like a bad acid trip. He hadn’t even begun to prepare for this sort of thing happening. 

He knew he should pull on his helmet and get the fuck out on his motorcycle, but it just struck him so hard. John was older, grizzlier and it was just strange to see him alive. He thought he’d have died on a hunt by now, the way they went at it when Dean was a kid.

Maybe, if he was very lucky, John wouldn’t pull his head out of his coffee and notice the son he’d disowned.

[imgonnashoottothrill]

Dean: I want to change my name.

Me: Why?

Dean: Because I don't want my last name to be Winchester any longer than it has to. And I don't want my middle name to be Eric.

Me: -sigh- You know it takes awhile in the courts, right? Do you even know what you'd change them to?

Dean: Campbell or Singer. Maybe even Browning.

Me: Middle name?

Dean: Not everyone has to have one.

Me: You little shit.

[eyeslikethesun-blog1]

"Azazel, what are you doing here." John raised his gun, his eyes narrowed to hide his fear. - imnotafather

@imnotafather

Azazel grinned licking his lips as he felt the acute fear from the other man.

He sidestepped the gun.

“John, John, John that’s not how you’re suppose to treat a guest. Didn’t you dad ever teach you any manners?”

Azazel paused turning back with a smirk.

“Oh that’s right he never came back did he? Must of hurt to know he broke his promise.”

[alaricseer]

"Alaric, why are you here?" John sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I have research to do, go somewhere else." -imnotafather

@imnotafather

“Always so God’s damn disrespectful…” Alaric draped his arms around John’s neck from behind, looking over his shoulder at the journal on the desk. “It’s alright though, because i know you’re going to make it up to me.”