Hope your apple pie is friggin' worth it!

Hi I'm Dean. Don't mess with me or my family and we'll be okay.

[thedeanwinchesterr]

( hello! Care to rp? )

(hey there! I'm currently on a hiatus right now due to school. Once I come back I'd looooove to RP with you!!)

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hey all! I'm starting school tomorrow so my replies may be a little less frequent. I totally understand if you don't want me in the group anymore due to slow responses, but I absolutely love role playing as Dean with you guys. You are all such talented writers. I love you all :)

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Vampire Slayers // Dean and Castiel

[angelinatrenchcoat-archive]

The silence stretches before them, making the soft growl of the engine and the low rumble of Dean’s music almost painfully loud. So Castiel is very surprised when Dean’s voice suddenly breaks through the stifling quiet. 

The angel glances briefly up at Dean, before flicking his gaze back to the road passing them by. “I don’t know, Dean." he replies shortly. Another awkward pause follows his words as Cas realises that perhaps Dean needs to talk about it. “Uh, what did he say before he left?" Castiel inquires politely. 

He isn’t sure where this is going, any of this. His and Dean’s relationship, this hunt, even this conversation. So the angel does the best he can, like he always has… 

[thedeanwinchesterr]

Dean bit his lip and tried to listen to the music, but Castiel's silence was deafening. After a few moments, the angel responded. Dean shook his head. "He didn't say anything. I woke up, and there was a note on his bed saying he needed some time to think," he paused for a moment and slammed his hand on the steering wheel. "Whatever the hell that meant..." he trailed. 

"Sorry, man, I'm not trying to throw my problems on you or anything..." he tried to apologize. He always had Sam to complain to. Sam was used to it. He always listened to him when it was necessary, and told him to shut up when it was something stupid. 

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Dean allowed her to flip him over and watched her lower her mouth to his chest. He gasped when he felt the sharpness of her teeth on his chest. He allowed her to familiarize herself with his body for just a little while. Dean didn't want the night to end too soon. He pulled her up and wrapped his arms around her. "I missed you so much," he whispered, before pulling her down into a deep kiss. 

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Vampire Slayers // Dean and Castiel

[angelinatrenchcoat-archive]

Castiel slides into the passenger seat of the impala and closes the door behind him. Soon the gentle purr of the engine and the underlying sound of classic rock washes over the angel. He almost smiles. For a split second he forgets the war, Heaven, Raphael, his deal with Crowley, everything. For that wondrous split second he’s just sitting in the impala with Dean as if nothing has changed. 

And then it comes crashing back down on him. The weight of his actions, his choices. In an attempt to distract himself Cas glances over to Dean, a little surprised to see the tension drawn across his face. The hunter doesn’t react to Cas’ gaze, merely continues to glare at the road. Cas licks his lips, about to say something; anything. But the words stick in his throat. What could he say? What could he ever say to make things okay between them? The truth perhaps. Cas wants nothing more than to open his mouth and tell Dean everything. Tell him what he’s been through, how he had no choice, how, deep down, he knows it’s wrong. Tell him he’s sorry and ask… ask for his forgiveness and help. 

But he can’t. So he sits, letting the silence of unsaid words wash over them… 

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Dean finally gave up. He knew Cas would just sit there for the rest of the three-hour car ride so he finally tried to think of things to say.

He kept drawing blanks until he started thinking about his family. He wondered about Sam and why he left. Though he wouldn't admit it, he even worried about it. He figured that would be good enough to talk about. "I wonder why Sam left," he started after 10 solid minutes of silence. 

Something was different. Very different. Cas wasn't like this. He wanted to ask him why everything was so different; why he wasn't telling him something. What was it? Dean knew Cas was hiding something... but he didn't know what. 

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Dean chuckled lightly and placed his hand on her hand that was tugging at his waistband. Normally he jumped right into it, but he wanted this to be slow... memorable.

He bit his lip and allowed her to pull him closer to the bed by his waistband. He smiled and allowed himself to fall onto the bed with her. They fell side by side and only for a split second they got lost in each other's eyes. He didn't let that last.

He pulled himself over her and pressed harder, more passionate, kisses along her neck and chest and down to her abdomen. 

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Secrets Secrets Are No Fun... // Dean and Sam

[insomniumnox]

Sam hadn’t noticed the beers until he was already holding out the coffee, but when Dean took it and turned away to set them down, Sam’s hand scrubbed over his face, because - shit.  This wasn’t any kind of casual chat about the minutiae.  He didn’t even think it was about a hunt.  Whenever there was a sniff of something like that in the air, Dean usually vibrated with some kind of — energy.  Not eager.  Just a switch flipped from ‘bored’ to ‘warrior’ and it was a thing the younger brother had gotten used to.

Right now though?  There was no energy.  In fact, the room felt stifling - stale air and too warm and there was no central air in this crapshack motel - just a rickety AC unit perched precariously above the window, looking like the biggest fire hazard Sam had ever seen.  The whole atmosphere felt dead.  Felt empty and horrible, like the thickening of the air before a storm…

~No I’m not, Sam.

"Okay, well… You wanna clue me in on what’s bugging you because, I’m supposed to be the crazy one round here, remember?"  It was a pathetic attempt to lighten the situation and he knew it.  And no, he wasn’t trying to belittle the situation, but it was hard, talking like this to Dean.  Usually it was Sam pushing for him to say anything about anything rather than holding all of the shit and guilt inside—

—{ Yes, he was a fucking hypocrite and he knew it.  Living on barely more than guilt and breath.  Those were pretty much the constituent parts of one Sam Winchester, all of those little failings just mounting up until he felt like he would drown in them.  Not wanting to be a burden… It was the reason he’d left in the first place… }

At the end of the day?  They weren’t stone… No marble pieces, carved and wrought into a particular shape - they were simply human.  With all of the faults and flaws and emotions that came with.  Being soulless not withstanding, of course.

"Uh, sure man.  You know you can talk to me about anything."  

Sam set his coffee down and moved to sit, perching on the end of one of the beds, not really certain what to do in an instance when Dean actually wanted to talk.  It had happened a few times… but only when things were tenuously close to breaking point… When Dean told him about the deal.  When he’d explained about Hell… Very few and far between.  And Sam didn’t know if this was another one of those times - when Dean had to just let it out before he — s n a p p e d.

"Shoot?"

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Dean noticed Sam trying ever so slightly to lighten the mood. He almost smiled. He wanted to smile. But at that point, he was physically unable to do so. The memories—the nightmares—they all weighed him down. Nothing could bring him up. Nothing could make him feel better.

Sam wasn’t the only one that had built a dam inside his mind. Except Dean’s dam was older—wiser. It knew when to release certain trickles of guilt and pain, just when Dean was at his lowest point in the day. His dam knew how to weaken him. Wearing at him, like a stream of water flowing lightly on a rock for years and years and years until the rock—c r a c k s.

Dean bit his lip and allowed his teeth to graze together until he finally took a breath. “Do you remember your—our childhood?” {or lack of} he asked. “I didn’t tell you any of this. You were so young, and I don’t know, I just wanted to protect you. Maybe you saw it, maybe you didn’t…” he rambled. Dean paused a moment and glanced up at his brother.

He wasn’t sure if now was the best time to tell Sam about everything that happened. But Dean pressed on. There was no one else that would listen to him. And he needed to tell someone before his dam collapsed.

“Remember how John—Dad—always told me to watch over you? And how if anything happened to you, I was always in ‘big trouble?’” he continued, and leaned back slightly on his seat.

Instead of speaking again he stood up, turned around and pulled the back of his shirt up to reveal his scarred back. There were scars of all different sizes, shapes, and even colors. The most memorable was a thin line that ran from his right shoulder down to just above the bottom of his spine. After a few seconds, he lowered his shirt again and sat back down.

“That was what happened, Sam.”

“Every night something happened to you. Something as little as falling over. A new wound was added to my collection every. single. night. Some were small scratches but others, Sam..." he trailed off. He looked down and allowed a tear to drop to the floor silently. “Every night, Sam.”

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Vampire Slayers // Dean and Castiel

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Castiel squints slightly, staring at Dean without saying anything. “No." he says eventually, still not averting his gaze from the hunter. Nor does he step back, even as memories of Dean talking to him about ‘personal space’ flit through his mind. 

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Dean nodded and slammed the trunk closed. He walked to the car door, opened it, and stepped inside. He glanced down and turned the key and started the Impala. He waited for Cas to get in to turn the music on low and pull out of the motel parking lot. 

He wasn't entirely sure what to talk about on the ride down there, so he just drove and locked his green eyes on the road until Cas insinuated a conversation. 

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Dean nodded and bit his lip playfully. "Lead the way," he breathed and pulled himself up off the couch. She took his hand and led him past the picture covered tables and classic modern kitchen. He eyed his shirt, but decided to leave it down in the living room.

Dean quickly redirected his attention to Lisa as she pulled him up the stairs and into her bedroom. They entered a cozy auburn-colored room with accents of orange, brown, and white. Before she launched him onto the bed, he gave a slight tug and spun her back to him in a dance-like fashion. He lowered his head slightly and lightly planted a kiss upon her lips. His hands progressed to her back and he placed several kisses from her lips to her neck. 

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Vampire Slayers // Dean and Castiel

[angelinatrenchcoat-archive]

Castiel waits, watching Dean carefully. He can see the tension in the hunter’s shoulders, his entire stance screamed to the angel. Cas is worried about Dean. He can see that something’s bothering him, something big. To be honest with himself, the angel is scared that this ‘something big’ is to do with him. 

He inclines his head thankfully as Dean speaks. He even half smiles, “Of course, Dean." he says, taking a cautionary step forwards. 

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Dean stepped out the door and made his way to the Impala. He popped the trunk and slung his bag inside. "Cas?" he called. "You got anything you wanna store in here?" he asked and looked up at the angel, who was closer than he expected. 

[babymetallicar67]

Babysitting Baby || Dean and Baby

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The hunter smiled lightly and headed into the kitchen. He quickly located the refrigerator and pulled out the pie, sticking two forks in it. He walked back in and set it down on the couch. “Let’s just eat out of the pan," he stated, trying to be the “fun" babysitter. 

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Baby’s eyes lit up at that, nodding eagerly and grabbing a fork for herself. “One times when I was really sad, I ate a whole pie to myself," she giggled and leaned against his side as she ate happily.

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Dean laughed and took several bites of pie for himself. "So what else do you do here?" he asked, nonchalantly. 

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"I missed you." Lisa mumbled, voice ragged as she sat up and yanked her top off. Immediately, she set back to work, mouthing along his neck to his shoulder, nipping at his earlobe. Her hands slid under his shirt, nails scratching lightly along his stomach as they roamed farther upwards. “Haven’t been with anyone since you left."

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Dean felt a pang of guilt when she mentioned she'd never been with anyone since. He quickly brushed the thought away and helped her with his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Dean only had a few seconds to admire Lisa clad only in a bra and jeans. Biggest turn on. He took a quick catch-breath as she felt her way up back towards his chest. He slid his hands behind her back and pulled her closer, finishing with a deep kiss, then trailing his hand down to her waistband and pulling on it teasingly. "Maybe we should take this elsewhere?" he exhaled. 

[babymetallicar67]

Babysitting Baby || Dean and Baby

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"There’s is pie is the fridge," Baby said, shooting him a proud grin and hugging her dog like a pillow. “Can haves some if ya want. Could you bring me a piece, please?" she asked, blinking wide, blue eyes up at him.

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The hunter smiled lightly and headed into the kitchen. He quickly located the refrigerator and pulled out the pie, sticking two forks in it. He walked back in and set it down on the couch. "Let's just eat out of the pan," he stated, trying to be the "fun" babysitter. 

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Lisa nipped lightly at his collarbone, unable to keep from smirking as he shifted under her teasing. "He was something, that's for sure." And she wanted this, wanted Dean, wanted to be as bare, as personal as she could be. "A real fun time." Her teeth marked the other side of his collarbone, sharper this time, more teasing as her hand slid down to grip his hip.

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Dean took a deep shaky breath and gave in. Instead of answering, he ran his hand down to the hem of her shirt and pulled on it teasingly, implying exactly what she thought he was implying. He gasped slightly when he felt her teeth on his skin. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, it was nostalgic.

"I missed this," he breathed, as she continued to re-familiarize herself with his body

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"Now that you mention it," Lisa murmured teasingly, leaning in to press a light kiss to his throat, "I had this boyfriend once... a real softy once you got past his tough-man exterior, and he never let me forget it." Her lips traveled lower, skimming across the skin with feather-light touches.

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Dean chuckled lightly. "I bet he was great," he replied in the same teasing manner. "Don't get hard, don't get hard," he told himself as she lowered her head down towards his chest. They'd been in this position before as younger adults. Lisa on top of him, teasing him verbally and physically.

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Old Habits // Dean and Lisa

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Taking time to really think about what the whole previous ordeal meant for them was… interesting to say the least. It left a thousand questions, not the least of which dealt with him moving in with her and how they’d handle hunting and when he’d come home and… There were just too many to try to deal with. So Lisa took them one at a time, relaxed beside Dean and mentally chewing through the smaller questions first, working her way up to the big ones, until he shifted beside her, voice quiet as he murmured “Hey." Meeting his eyes, she smiled. “Hi."

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Dean smiled and was taken off guard just for a moment. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" he asked, only slightly realizing how much of a chick-flick moment this was. 

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Secrets Secrets Are No Fun... // Dean and Sam

[insomniumnox]

Sam was busy flipping through another pointless book of wrong lore and bullshit mythology.  Only it wasn’t quite mythology when you’d actually met half of the things from the myths.  Urban legends?  More like urban nightmares and a goddamn pain in his ass… Because, yeah - there was still a job to do… He’d managed to find a solution to the crazy - though he wasn’t sure it was better or worse than the alternative - not yet anyway.  

Either way, there were still things creeping around in the dark, preying on people, the day to day of hunting, and then the whole Purgatory problem lumped on top of it.  he still wasn’t sure where Dean was on that page, but after being gone for so long, Sam wasn’t about to push things with his brother.  It still felt like there as some kind of distance there - something still lingering in the divide between the brothers.  But Sam knew well enough by now that the more he poked and pushed and prodded for Dean to open up and tell him what was going on in that goddamn steel trap of his - the tighter he’d shut down and resist saying anything.

So… It was business as usual.  Tiptoe round the elephant in the room.  Ignore whatever it was that was preying so hard on his brother’s mind and just wait - Dean might say something, he might not - but it was… Tiring, walking on eggshells all the damn time.

So the phonecall was a bit of a surprise.  Short, clipped and to the point, nothing about bringing home take out or coffee.  No mention of stopping by the laundromat.  No pointed mentions of topping up the gas in the Impala.  There was no sense of urgency about it either - no hunt that suddenly needed jumping on.  No lives in imminent danger… Sam wasn’t sure what to make of it… So he swung by the gas station, picked up some donuts, a couple of triple red eyes and headed back to the motel.

The solid ‘thunk’ of the Impala door behind him and the rustle of paper grocery bags in his hand suddenly seemed too loud.  Too real.  Vivid and stark as he wandered over to to door and knocked before twisting the handle and stepping inside - careful not to disturb the salt line across the door.  "Dean?"  Sam dropped the bag of donuts on the nightstand and held out the coffee, a little uncertainly.

"Hey man, you alright?"

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Dean was playing with a few of his bracelets mindlessly when he heard the satisfying close of the Impala's front door. He glanced out the window and stood up. Dean took a quick breath and headed toward the mini-fridge and grabbed two beers almost unconsciously due to the fact that that's they way they'd always done it. Talking about a hunt or a situation with a beer in hand. It was their way of saying, "we're on the same page." 

Sam walked in and Dean nodded to him as his brother set down a white grocery bag containing a box and a few other items. "Hey Sam," he said, setting the beers down. He noticed Sam holding a coffee and pulling another out from behind the bag.

Coffee is more professional anyway, he told himself. Dean nodded and took the coffee from his brother's seemingly over-sized hand and nonchalantly put the beers back in the mini-fridge.

He turned back to his brother and leaned on the edge of the counter top. He wanted to say he was fine. Great, even. 

But he wasn't.

He felt isolated. Like... he could only tell himself things, secrets... like he had to keep everything inside. 

And he knew Sam didn't feel like that. Sam trusted him. He told his older brother everything. 

"Actually..." he sighed and lowered his eyes to the floor, "no. No I'm not, Sam," he muttered. Dean wasn't used to spilling like this. He was Dean Fucking Winchester. Emotions and shit were for girls. He wasn't supposed to care. Nothing was supposed to bother him. 

But it did. Things did bother him. 

He raised his eyes back to Sam and continued. "Can I talk to you about something?" he asked.

Oh God, this really is a chick-flick moment.