Winchester Unlimited

My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women. {{RP blog. Will rp with any fandom. May at times contain nsfw. Be warned.}}

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Dean half smiled to himself, before looking at her heels, “You can can never go wrong with boots.” He looked up to her car and shook his head, “Nice ride. Last time I saw one of those, a Horseman was driving it… We’ll take my car. I’ll even open the door for ya.” As he did open it, the heavy door creaked on its hinges. “I assume you brought an arsenal, and got the proper equipment on you…”

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“Tell me about it, but I was trying to look professional. Instead, I’m walking like I’ve been on the whiskey and for once, I actually haven’t.” Hannah rolled her eyes, a low whistle escaping her lips as she looked over at his car. “Your car is pretty beautiful too.” With a slight nod of her head, she walked back over to her car, opening the trunk and pulling out a duffle bag. “Yep, I always come prepared.” Quirking a brow, she headed back over to his car, slipping inside and offering a smile. “Thanks darlin’.”

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Dean nodded, "Speaking of which, we'll make a quick stop so I can get out of this monkey suit. I've learned all the local authorities are gonna tell me for now." Dean lovingly patted the roof of his car, "Oh this? This is, Baby." He chuckled a bit, "Hunters sometimes seem to be defined by their cars." He looked to the duffle, "Just toss it in the back seat." He closed the door after her and walked around. He swept his surroundings one last time with a quick glance before sliding into the impala. The car roared to life as he turned key. They backed up and then cruised out onto the road, "So I've only encountered these things just the one time. Took down an alpha wolf. Two died from infighting and... we let one go. I only recently got the majority details on pure bloods. Mountain ash, wolf's bane, and old faithful, silver. And they're separated into two categories, Alpha and beta. But I'll be honest... When I first heard alpha, I thought they were talkin' about somethin' else."

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Dean shook his head, “Fun? No. You look like fun. This… by the time we’re done, is just gonna be painful and bloody.” He folded up the book and placed it back in his jacket pocket. He then looked up toward the server as he reached into his other pocket and pulled out a money clip full of cash. He pulled free a twenty and held it up, “Yeah, can I get this pie to go, please. Keep the change.” He took a toothpick from the nearby dispenser before looking back to Hannah, “This isn’t the place to talk about this. Wanna take a ride?” He slid off the stool and grabbed his now boxed up pie, before extending his other hand outward toward the door, “That is unless you got somethin’ else to do right now?”

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“I look like fun? Well, darlin’, I’d say your sense of judgement could do with some work.” She rolled her eyes a little, a dry laugh falling from her lips. “Nope, I’ve got nothing else to do, except this case…So let’s go.” She slipped her jacket on, tottering out of the diner in her heels, she was really starting to wish she’d not bothered wearing them, if it was one thing she hated, it was the days she was an FBI Agent. “Damn shoes. If I ever find the bastard who invented these things, I’ll kill them.” The huntress grumbled, sighing in frustration and pulling them off of her feet. “My car or yours?” She nodded, motioning towards her ‘66 Cherry Mustang. 

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Dean half smiled to himself, before looking at her heels, "You can can never go wrong with boots." He looked up to her car and shook his head, "Nice ride. Last time I saw one of those, a Horseman was driving it... We'll take my car. I'll even open the door for ya." As he did open it, the heavy door creaked on its hinges. "I assume you brought an arsenal, and got the proper equipment on you..."

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Brothers Come to Town

  Sam nodded at the comment on the motel. Sure thing, Dean. Works for me too." He commented, flicking through the book in his hands. He put the book away as his brother parked and turned his gaze to the other, nodding once more. "Yeah, I'll sort that out. You go get some supplies."

Dean nodded, "Yeah, okay." He went across the street to the gas station and returned about fifteen minutes later. He looked at the motel as he stepped out of the car, "I miss the Men of Letters bunker already." He grabbed the full grocery bags out of the back seat and went inside, "So what are we this time, Sammy? Old faithful, FBI? US Marshals? State Police? Game Wardens?" He paused a moment, "They have predator control in Northern California don't they?" He sat the bags down on the room's main table, took out the beer and put it in the mini-fridge.

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Brothers Come to Town

The black Impala passed the sign saying, "Welcome to Beacon Hills." Dean nodded, "Looks like we're here, Sammy." The first thing that came to Dean's mind was how rural the place looked. He hadn't expected Beacon Hills to be as northern California as it was. The first thing that came into view was a gas station. And a few yards passed that was a motel. Dean looked to Sam, "That works for me. Supplies won't be far, and it's in town, but it's not IN town." He pulled into the motel and parked in front of the clerk's office, "So you wanna check in, and I'll go get the beer and stuff?"

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Arrival

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Dean smiled. More to himself than anyone or anything else. She was a hunter. He knew it as well as he could, without her saying it outright. He had no qualms about asking the question “are you a hunter?”, usually. It could be interpreted differently. But here, it was a different situation. Supposedly the town was overrun with pure blood werewolves, and they weren’t mindless about their after dark activities like the cyclical cousins that Dean was so used to dealing with. One had to be careful about what they said. Or at least who they talked around. But after first, second, and third looks, she was the only one in the place who was off from the locals. Screw it, he thought. He had no patience for this kind of thing and hated being paranoid. He looked back to her with eyes as telling as he could make them, “Oh really? What are you some kind of hunter? Not really the shoes someone would pick for this type of job. And something like wolves that’s this vicious, could carry rabies, wanna be careful not to get nipped. And you’d need the right weapon for the job.” He took another bite of his burger and threw a fry in with it before washing it down with a drink of his iced tea. After he did so, he took out Bobby’s contacts book from his jacket pocket and opened it to one of the pages filled with names and numbers. He sat it on the counter between them and pointed to a name. Hannah Jones. “Or are you the type that comes prepared for these things, Hannah?”

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Hannah half smiled, propping her elbow up on the counter, leaning her face into the palm of her hand. She wasn’t really one for playing games but the last thing she wanted was to be called seven shades of crazy, she couldn’t be dealing with that, not today anyway. They both knew who the other was. “I’m a hunter… I guess you already knew that though.” She chuckled to herself at his comment about her shoes and she leaned forward a little. “They don’t stop me from doing my job, darlin’.” Eyeing the address book in front of her, she raised a brow, a smirk creeping onto her lips. “I always come prepared, Dean. I’m pretty sure you do to though, seeing as you’re a Winchester. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” It hadn’t taken her long to put two and two together and she was just glad that some help was here. “So, pure blood werewolves…This should be fun.”

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Dean shook his head, "Fun? No. You look like fun. This... by the time we're done, is just gonna be painful and bloody." He folded up the book and placed it back in his jacket pocket. He then looked up toward the server as he reached into his other pocket and pulled out a money clip full of cash. He pulled free a twenty and held it up, "Yeah, can I get this pie to go, please. Keep the change." He took a toothpick from the nearby dispenser before looking back to Hannah, "This isn't the place to talk about this. Wanna take a ride?" He slid off the stool and grabbed his now boxed up pie, before extending his other hand outward toward the door, "That is unless you got somethin' else to do right now?"

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Arrival

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Dean nodded a thank you to the server as his burger was brought to him. “Oh yeah, never a lot of time for sight seeing. I get that.” He dressed his burger how he wanted it and snagged one of his fries from the side. “The animal attacks? Hm. Well maybe you can help me a little then. Because I’m here about the attacks too.” He pulled out his badge and I.D. “FBI. Special Agent Gibbons.” He returned them to his pocket. It was really just a play, to see how she would react. He noticed some similarities in the way they both dealt with a new strangers. Hell, might as well throw a little bait, he thought. Check out another reaction. There were supposed to be other hunters here, and she was screening him like a pro. “But you can call me Dean. See the strange thing about these, animal attacks, is that there are so many, so close together. That’s one hungry bastard, unless it’s a pack of wolves. Only, there aren’t any this far south, that anybody knows of, anyway. Something else, about the victims, wasn’t in the public report, every one of them, was missing a heart. That strikes me as little strange. Doesn’t you?” He finally took what seemed to be a very enjoyable bite from his bacon cheeseburger. “Oh that’s good.”

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“I guess I can help, seeing as you’ve caught me on a good day.” Hannah shot him a wink before grabbing her folder of research from her bag. Something about him reminded her a little too much of herself and the huntress had already figured that he wasn’t who he said he was. “It’s nice to meet you, Dean. Name’s Hannah.” Grabbing a few of the coroner’s reports, she scanned them quickly — everything he said, she pretty much already knew anyway. “Well, I’ve pretty much got what  you’ve got. I think it’s definitely some kind of wolf, I’ve got experience with this kinda thing. It’s almost unworldly, huh?” Hannah had picked up on a few of his hints, so she’d decided to drop some of her own. “Whatever these things are, I’ll find them.”

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Dean smiled. More to himself than anyone or anything else. She was a hunter. He knew it as well as he could, without her saying it outright. He had no qualms about asking the question "are you a hunter?", usually. It could be interpreted differently. But here, it was a different situation. Supposedly the town was overrun with pure blood werewolves, and they weren't mindless about their after dark activities like the cyclical cousins that Dean was so used to dealing with. One had to be careful about what they said. Or at least who they talked around. But after first, second, and third looks, she was the only one in the place who was off from the locals. Screw it, he thought. He had no patience for this kind of thing and hated being paranoid. He looked back to her with eyes as telling as he could make them, "Oh really? What are you some kind of hunter? Not really the shoes someone would pick for this type of job. And something like wolves that's this vicious, could carry rabies, wanna be careful not to get nipped. And you'd need the right weapon for the job." He took another bite of his burger and threw a fry in with it before washing it down with a drink of his iced tea. After he did so, he took out Bobby's contacts book from his jacket pocket and opened it to one of the pages filled with names and numbers. He sat it on the counter between them and pointed to a name. Hannah Jones. "Or are you the type that comes prepared for these things, Hannah?"

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Dean held a grin as the server brought his iced tea. He took a sip before shaking his head, “Me? No. I’m from the Heartland.” He set his drink down, “But I’ve been everywhere in the continental U.S. Even went to Scotland, once. England though, that’s interesting.” He took another sip from his tea, “So what kind of business brings you to town?”

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Hannah nodded, returning his grin. “I see, I’ve done a fair bit of travelling myself — never really stop to enjoy the view, though. It’s not in the job description…” She trailed off, mentally kicking herself and hoping she’d not given too much away. “Scotland’s not really that much from England, except the accent and men in skirts of course.” A chuckle escaped her lips as she finished off her coffee. “I’m here about the animal attacks — I do a lot of research on this kinda thing.” That was a hint of sarcasm to her tone that couldn’t be helped. “What about you?” 

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Dean nodded a thank you to the server as his burger was brought to him. "Oh yeah, never a lot of time for sight seeing. I get that." He dressed his burger how he wanted it and snagged one of his fries from the side. "The animal attacks? Hm. Well maybe you can help me a little then. Because I'm here about the attacks too." He pulled out his badge and I.D. "FBI. Special Agent Gibbons." He returned them to his pocket. It was really just a play, to see how she would react. He noticed some similarities in the way they both dealt with a new strangers. Hell, might as well throw a little bait, he thought. Check out another reaction. There were supposed to be other hunters here, and she was screening him like a pro. "But you can call me Dean. See the strange thing about these, animal attacks, is that there are so many, so close together. That's one hungry bastard, unless it's a pack of wolves. Only, there aren't any this far south, that anybody knows of, anyway. Something else, about the victims, wasn't in the public report, every one of them, was missing a heart. That strikes me as little strange. Doesn't you?" He finally took what seemed to be a very enjoyable bite from his bacon cheeseburger. "Oh that's good."

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Dean nodded, “Well, I’ve seen worse days…” Then he turned his eyes onto her. Damn. She was hot, he thought to himself. “But it’s startin’ to look up.” He thought to himself for a moment, her look and accent didn’t seem to fit with the town, “You don’t sound like you’re from around here. You a local?” He leaned on the counter and smiled.

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“You and me both.” Laughing almost humourlessly, she rolled her eyes and took another sip of her coffee. Hannah couldn’t help but notice that he seemed to be analysing her, just as much as she was him. “I’m not really from anywhere anymore darlin’, originally England but that’s another story — I’m here on business.” Her lips tugged into a half smile and she ran a hand through her hair. “Although I’m guessing you’re not a local either, you certainly don’t look like one.”

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Dean held a grin as the server brought his iced tea. He took a sip before shaking his head, "Me? No. I'm from the Heartland." He set his drink down, "But I've been everywhere in the continental U.S. Even went to Scotland, once. England though, that's interesting." He took another sip from his tea, "So what kind of business brings you to town?"

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Arrival

The black Impala rode down Main Street of Beacon Hills. Only one man sat in the slow rumbling car. The man parked the car, turned it off, and stepped out. Dean Winchester was in Beacon Hills. He was wearing a suit and talking on the phone, “Yeah, no, usual. Nobody knows anything. Story was the same at the morgue and the Sheriff’s office, 7 bodies over the last two months, all ruled as animal attacks, and… yep, you guessed it, not a heart left in the bunch…. No, lunar cycles don’t coincide. Supports the pure blood claim…. Yeah, I’m gonna refuel here at the local watering hole, maybe see if some of the locals got a looser tongue…. Yeah, call me if you find somethin’ out.” He tapped end call and placed the phone in his inside jacket pocket. He walked into the local bar and grill and took a quick glance around, spotting the exits and making a mental note of everyone inside. He went up to the bar and took a stool, the server came right up, “What can I get you?”  Dean nodded, “Yeah, can I get a bacon cheeseburger, extra bacon, slice of apple pie if ya got it, and…” He checked his watch, “Hmm, I guess iced tea for now.” The server nodded, “Comin’ right up.” “Thanks.” Dean turned on the stool and looked around. Thinking to himself that there were supposed to be other hunters there, and a boatload of werewolves. He glanced at each of the people at their tables, on their stools, in their booths. Wondering to himself if any of them were there now in that very bar and grill. 

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Hannah had arrived earlier on in the day. Beacon Hills, oh the joys. More werewolves and it certainly wasn’t going to be easy, that much she knew — at the back of her mind, she was praying that someone else would show up and help her. If she went in alone, it’d be a suicide mission and she didn’t feel like dying, not today.

It had been easy enough to get information, a fancy dress and a fake ID could get you a lot and apparently people around here weren’t exactly the best liars.

Hazel eyes gazed around the diner, she was acutely aware of her surroundings and everyone there. The huntress’ hunting instincts were at an all time high as she sipped on her coffee, never losing her concentration.

Her head shot up as as the door opened and she eyed the man carefully, yet it was discrete. After he’d ordered, her attention was returned to him. Shit. He looked official and if he was from the FBI, she was a little more than screwed. 

“Nice day, huh?” She gave a small, nodding in his direction. Hannah wasn’t great at keeping her composure but she could be a damn good actress when she needed to be.

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Dean nodded, "Well, I've seen worse days..." Then he turned his eyes onto her. Damn. She was hot, he thought to himself. "But it's startin' to look up." He thought to himself for a moment, her look and accent didn't seem to fit with the town, "You don't sound like you're from around here. You a local?" He leaned on the counter and smiled.

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Arrival

The black Impala rode down Main Street of Beacon Hills. Only one man sat in the slow rumbling car. The man parked the car, turned it off, and stepped out. Dean Winchester was in Beacon Hills. He was wearing a suit and talking on the phone, "Yeah, no, usual. Nobody knows anything. Story was the same at the morgue and the Sheriff's office, 7 bodies over the last two months, all ruled as animal attacks, and... yep, you guessed it, not a heart left in the bunch.... No, lunar cycles don't coincide. Supports the pure blood claim.... Yeah, I'm gonna refuel here at the local watering hole, maybe see if some of the locals got a looser tongue.... Yeah, call me if you find somethin' out." He tapped end call and placed the phone in his inside jacket pocket. He walked into the local bar and grill and took a quick glance around, spotting the exits and making a mental note of everyone inside. He went up to the bar and took a stool, the server came right up, "What can I get you?"  Dean nodded, "Yeah, can I get a bacon cheeseburger, extra bacon, slice of apple pie if ya got it, and..." He checked his watch, "Hmm, I guess iced tea for now." The server nodded, "Comin' right up." "Thanks." Dean turned on the stool and looked around. Thinking to himself that there were supposed to be other hunters there, and a boatload of werewolves. He glanced at each of the people at their tables, on their stools, in their booths. Wondering to himself if any of them were there now in that very bar and grill.