Dean Winchester

CHARACTER NAME: Dean Winchester
CHARACTER SERIES: Supernatural (Mun has only seen up to season 11 finale. Will change as I get updated.)
( OOC permissions )
( IC permissions )
( Shipping permissions )

Hi. You've reached Dean's other, other Cell. Leve me a message and I'll get back to you.

He could be on the phone, or working a job. Leave him a text message, email, or voice message. He's not fussed. And he will get back to you as soon as he's able to.

∅ I'm always on the lookout for new thread. Contact me ^^
∅ Dean's a manwhore. Period. But... I will always drop a message to ask first, and this is the place you can contact me about it.
∅ I love crossovers and crack so bring that on if you've got it as well.
∅ I've no problems with smut, I like it!
∅ I prefer het but really, I'm not too picky as long as there's chemistry and we can make it make sense.
∅ If I ever give you a tag you're not satisfied with, let me know and I'll change whatever's not good for you.
∅ All in all, I'm pretty awesome chilled and I'm open for anything so feel free to hit me up if you want to get something started.

Just an introspective inspired by the image on the July writing prompts for the Nexus. Just a check-in, seeing where my boy's head be at. (Hint: nowhere good). This ended up being way more than I thought it was going to be.

Warnings for a lot of blood mentions, horror imagery, mentions of alcohol and drugs.

( If he didn't actually have to sleep, that would be great. But then,that wouldn't be a good sign either. )

Who: has_a_phd_in_teddybear and ablacksun
Warnings: Well, Zack's possibly maybe about to have a bit of a meltdown, so probable Hell imagery, Sibling abuse and sodomy mentions, Violence, Language, and probable others. Will update once known for sure. Very probably about to head into not safe for Comm realms, so moving it here.
Summary? Zack's been turned into sam and is not coping, which is not helping Dean to not cope. But still he's gotta try and fix it because it's Sam Zack. Meltdowns abound.

( Ever feel like maybe you've bitten off more than you can chew? )

Who: has_a_phd_in_teddybear and the_rebel_son
Summary? Dean had been caught up in the hustle of the Nexus, but Lucifer never quite left his mind. He's been helping a couple of new peopl, been hunting, and he's as ready as he's ever going to get. Now? It's the hard part.
Warnings: Shouldn't be any? Maybe a language one just in case? Possible mentions of violence in conversation but no one actually swinging fists.

( Welp. It had hit the time he really coundn't put this off much longer... )

Who: has_a_phd_in_teddybear and chiaro_obscuro
When: After Dean is situated with a PINpoint and sourced a few weapons, probably about 5 days in.
Summary? Time for getting to know people, hunting things... you know, not quite the family business.

( Read more... )

Dean Just knelt in the mud, gripping Sam's body like his life depended on it. He was pretty sure it did. Sam.... was gone. The stabbing.... It had both been like it moved in the flash of an eye and time stood still. Dean was pretty damned sure that image had been burnt into his retina's for life.

Sam was in his arms.... but he was gone. Dean held his still-warm body, just letting the tears slip out. He didn't give a damn any more. The hell was the point? He shifted his grip again, but still Sam just stayed slumped against him.

What... was he supposed to do? He had one job; one. Protect Sam. Bang up job he did there, huh? Letting down his family, it was all he could do. Grief burnt through him, leaving him cold and empty. What was the point any more? Of anything? The one thing that had made it worth it was gone.

He didn't notice when Bobby had run after Jake. He didn't notice that he wasn't there right now. He didn't notice that he was knelt on the wet ground any more. He didn't notice that the tears had stopped falling; the weight of his grief hadn't been lifted by his tears. Dean didn't notice a damned thing, except that Sam was getting colder in his arms. The world could have fallen down around him right now, and he wouldn't have noticed.

Or cared.

Sam had died. And Dean could only think one thing: It should be me.

Little fic thing inspired by the last episode, just getting in Dean's head a little bit. Any mistakes here are mine (unbeta'd).

( Spoilers: 7x14 )