The Wayward Son

UNDER CONSTRUCTION Dean Winchester. Hunter. Brother. Saving People. Hunting Things. The Family Business. [Indie RP Blog for Dean Winchester.] [This blog is not spoiler free.] [Please read over the page linked 'start here' before interacting.] [Para/Multi-Para RPer.] [Mature RPer.] [Ships: Chemistry, regardless of gender.] [M!A: None, but accepting.] [Tracks thebowleggedhunterfromkansas.]

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Do you ever follow someone and they follow you and you really wanna be friends with them but you feel like you’re bothering them everytime you try to interact with them but they’re just so cool and you’re just like

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[thebowleggedhunterfromkansas]

Isolation ‖ Pysch Ward AU ‖ dauntlessgrace

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He tilted his head to the right, gaze drifting aside for a moment in abstract consideration. He knew better than to push Dean upon that particular point; for it was one of the few points upon which their opinions differed wildly. Dean was self depreciating; bearing more than one symptom of unipolar depression - were it not for the inexplicable bravado and - of course - his delusions of grandeur; Doctor Novak would have long ago lost this patient to Doctor Rachel Delacroix.

He did not know why that thought disturbed him, striking a chord so deep within himself that he shifted in abject discomfort, the serenity of his expression wavering. Dean Winchester was his case, his responsibility. If one was to buy into the fantastical constructions of a fractured mind, Doctor Novak was happy to admit himself the guardian angel of this man - a private and deeply troubling notion, at least on a professional level. More than once, he had been cited for his apparent obsession over Dean. More than once, he had questioned the legitimacy of his own interests. 

He was here to help Dean. 

He was here to help everyone. Why was Dean so special? 

Now - there was a question that made the doctor truly uncomfortable. 

The shift in expression upon the his patient’s face, silencing himself mid tale in favour of yet another moment of unerring clarity. Without regard for the orderlies that meandered nearby, he shifted his hand so that he might grip Dean’s own - offering him a sense of physical comfort, dangerous though it may have been. 

"I’m here, Dean. I will find a way to help you. You have my word." 

He spoke each syllable with a gravitas that none could deny, his eyes bright and his brow heavy. He meant it. Every word. Career be damned, - he would find a way to help Dean. To break him from this deepening cycle of psychosis, and give him some semblance of the life that he deserved. 

The journal was accepted without word or preamble; his free hand rising to rest upon the leather bound book. Calling attention to the act would discomfort Dean further, and that was not his aim. 

"Dean…there….there may be something…that I can do." He murmured, leaning further forward, knowing beyond all doubt that he was toeing the line of ethical practice here. 

Not to mention, in breach of direct orders.

Yet Dean needed to know. 

[thebowleggedhunterfromkansas]

The grip grounded him and he looks right at Cas, where normally he'd draw attention to the hand on his, doing his usual 'personal space' thing. He actually squeezed back, as if afraid. "I know Cas... I trust you." he murmurs softly. "You've never let me down..." that wasn't Dean the Hunter talking, that was just Dean talking. 

See to the hunter, Cas had fucked up a bit, and so instead of 'You've never let me down' it would have been more of a 'Despite the shit that's happened between us, I know I can count on you'.

At Cas's words Dean blinks a few tines. "You..." he pauses. "Cas you gotta tell me." he leans in. "If there is a way out of this, a way to leave behind this insanity... please god tell me... I just..." he looks down. "I want what family I got left back... I wanna be happy man." he whispers.

That always seemed to be an unreachable goal for Dean. Happiness. True happiness. A life away from all the insanity and violence. The 'Apple Pie Life'. It was a thing Dean always sought, endlessly. Perhaps it was his mind trying to break free of the whole it had dug itself into during Dean's adolescence. 

"Help me." he begged weakly.

[thebowleggedhunterfromkansas]

Okay, hi, trying to boost activity here and not suck so bad, so I owe two replies if the person they're owed to still wants them. So it's for the Domestic Destiel and Psych Ward AU. What say thee (I tagged them)?

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WHY WOULD SOMEONE MAKE THIS IN HD I WAS NOT READY FOR THIS.

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Jesus christ their eyes are like little planets stop plz no send helpakjsfdasd

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reblogging this again because dEAN LOOKS LIKE RAPUNZEL HOLY SHIT

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hell what can i say my hand just slipped

[thebowleggedhunterfromkansas]

-Coughs, causing dust to fly everywhere.-

[thebowleggedhunterfromkansas]

Shipping is like masturbating. It's fun, and its okay to do, but's something you should do in private, or in the company of people who want to be a part of that. Not something to parade around in public, offending people.

My older brother Brian

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PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY READ AN RPERS ABOUT PAGES

[thebowleggedhunterfromkansas]

I actually get very disoriented if there’s no About or other information. It’s like jumping straight into a relationship without a “Hello nice to meet you”.

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I may not be around on any blog of mine tomorrow (technically today where I am), as it marks 2 years since my brother passed away. If I am, I can’t promise much. It’s just hard. I’m still not over it, I don’t think I will be for a long time, but I do the best I can.

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The Ackles' Family 2010 - 2013

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It is difficult not to pursue the line of Dean’s concern, pressing him upon the point. What was it that Dean thinks their son is to act as? They are hardly walking a well known path - either of them. Since time unmemorable, Castiel had committed himself to the knowledge that he would spend eternity alone as decreed by the writ of his creation. Dean had been convinced of an early, ugly grave - or so he has said. Yet here they stand, years past the madness of their meeting - raising a son with the weight of their own futures within their hands. 

"The original Nephillim were seen as abominations by angel kind. They were denounced. Cast out of God’s favour. One of the first to fall between realms. Into Purgatory." He explains carefully. "There was reason behind their madness, Dean. Reason that we have not given Nathaniel." 

Lovelessness, loneliness, abandonment; half a soul that did rot in their destitution - tainting their grace and driving them insane. 

A result of poor parenting, in Castiel’s eyes. 

[thebowleggedhunterfromkansas]

Dean literally had no clue. He just... he wanted his son to be a normal kid. Though in reproducing with an angel we completely through that hope out the window he'd realized. He made something not human. Something that had powers to control and that caused complications. He had to know of the supernatural world. All of it. Dean realized he failed a parent the second he and Cas decided to 'get pregnant'. He looks at Cas. "I-I know..." he murmurs. Dean always worried about his parenting to. Not saying his dad was a bad father... but he never wanted to be that kind of father. Every time Nate obediently said 'yes sir' and followed an 'order' without question... Dean died a little.

Dean reaches over and takes Cas's hand, sighing heavily. "I guess it's just me getting old..." he mutters. Which was evident in the gray peppering his ash brown hair.

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"You’re assuming that he is normal." Comes the rumbled reply, unhampered by the apparent concern of his partner. It is not the first time that thy have spoken openly of their unease as to the standardization of Nate’s upbringing. Or rather, Dean speaks and Castiel listens. Even now, so far removed from the hollow glory of Heaven - he fumbles the little things. Yet as he maintains - he has Dean for the little things. "What is your concern."

[thebowleggedhunterfromkansas]

"Wha- no I never said that." he frowns at his partner. "I just... we raised him to be both." he mutters. Dean heaves a sigh and looks at Cas. "But he just.... he acts like you." Dean looks down. "I mean not that I'm not grateful he's a well behaved kid, good god raising a boy has been miles easier than I expected it to be, especially with how I was when I was growing up." he shudders at the thought of his son being just like him. "I just worry okay?" he looks at those brilliant blue eyes. "I want him to be happy, to lead a fulfulling life, ya know... the things a parent wants for their kid." Dean brings up his hands to scrub at his face. "But like... you know... the original nephilim... weren't they... off?" he asks. "Like coo coo for cocoa puffs?" he makes a face. Dean was scared that Nate was becoming that and that he'd have to find a way to off his own damn son.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY KURAMAZFOX

Dean and Sam take a wrong turn and end up in a very strange little town named “Silent Hill”

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Cas I'm worried about Nate...

"…To be fair…you always worry about Nate. What has you concerned this time?"

[thebowleggedhunterfromkansas]

"…. I… okay I do, but I worry about everything, you know that." he huffs. "I’m worried cause our kid is almost eighteen, a virgin, never had a significant other, no sexual preference to be heard of, never rebelled against us, never drank without supervision at the roadhouse or at home, never…. christ he’s never really done anything normal kids his age do." Dean shifts a bit. "Makes me uncomfortable…" he says as he makes the signature Winchester ‘sturgeon face’.

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My muse pushed your muse out of the line of fire and is hit. How does your muse react? What do they do?

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