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Mar. 13th, 2014 01:52 pmThis is Dean's profile and mun information. If you want to play with him, feel free to contact me. You can comment to this post or you can use my contact information.
Warning: This Dean has an inclination to Wincest. You have been warned.
( Dean Winchester )
Warning: This Dean has an inclination to Wincest. You have been warned.
( Dean Winchester )
Happy Birthday, Dean <3
Jan. 24th, 2011 10:25 pmAuthor: LuneNightingale
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Valentine’s
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG (For incest implications)
Pairing: Wincest (Mentioning of Sam/Jess)
Notes: Italics are the music playing in the background. Annnnd…. Happy Birthday, Dean.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural or the lyrics to What Hurts the Most. Those would be Kripke and Rascall Flatts. I’d just be happy to stare at Jensen though?
( The First and Last )
Other ways to break a contract...
Sep. 5th, 2010 08:27 pm Dean couldn't think of anything more frightening than every run in he'd had with Gordon. Except Sam dying. That had been hell on earth. But he only had one soul to sell, damn it... and Gordon really rubbed him the wrong way. Not to mention he left him feeling like an all you can eat buffet that was gnawed on but not finished. His neck hurt like a bitch and he couldn't say he liked the idea of being chewed on... and necking with Gordon? So not on his bucket list.
That could wait for right now. Right now his attention was focused on his less than focused brother. Cleaning up the cuts and wounds in Sam's hands, Dean ignored the way his vision blurred from time to time or the pounding in his head. Making sure each laceration was cleaned thoroughly making sure all blood from Gordon's body wasn't on his brother. Finally bandaging the younger's hands, he moved on to looking him over for more wounds and any injury. "Hurt anywhere else bro?" Green eyes looked up into his brother's face as he made sure that his little brother was alive and breathing.
It didn't stop his own hands from trembling a little as a spike of pain ran up his spine. Furrowing his brow just a little to keep from showing the pain, his pupils were blown wide. Why the hell was his head hurting so bad? Shaking it off, he idly reached up and placed his fingers over the broken skin on his neck grimacing. "Asshole didn't have to gnaw on me like a freakin' chewtoy."
That could wait for right now. Right now his attention was focused on his less than focused brother. Cleaning up the cuts and wounds in Sam's hands, Dean ignored the way his vision blurred from time to time or the pounding in his head. Making sure each laceration was cleaned thoroughly making sure all blood from Gordon's body wasn't on his brother. Finally bandaging the younger's hands, he moved on to looking him over for more wounds and any injury. "Hurt anywhere else bro?" Green eyes looked up into his brother's face as he made sure that his little brother was alive and breathing.
It didn't stop his own hands from trembling a little as a spike of pain ran up his spine. Furrowing his brow just a little to keep from showing the pain, his pupils were blown wide. Why the hell was his head hurting so bad? Shaking it off, he idly reached up and placed his fingers over the broken skin on his neck grimacing. "Asshole didn't have to gnaw on me like a freakin' chewtoy."
So this was the mess he'd gotten himself into. Maybe he'd learn in the future not to get himself caught up in this hell hole that was his life and drag it out and onto his brother. Yeah. He'd never learn. That was why he was sitting on Sam's couch, leaning on the arm rest while angling his body to keep his back off of everything. No one was there... not like they'd see him being a wimp and avoiding touching it. No matter how tough he was, two days wasn't enough to heal up the fun assortment of rips on his back. Part of him was more concerned with the scarring it would leave... the rest? Well... it was twitching with the urge to make Sam give up the Impala keys so he could run.
What was he doing here? There were too many long silences and conversation was quiet and careful at best. Sometimes he could see a little bit of the relationship he missed so much from Sam... others he wondered if this kid was even his Sam. Was he even making any progress? Not likely. Keeping his eyes on the window, he stared out it blankly over the scenery of Palo Alto with bland interest. He'd not left the apartment since they'd drug him in there... and it was starting to rub against the grain.
Closing his eyes slowly, he fingered his cell phone. He'd just spent thirty minutes on the phone being reamed out for being a huge idgit by Bobby. At least he did it cause he cared. John only sent him a text saying he was glad he was ok. No call... that was it. And that was probably cause Bobby tore him a new one for not talking to Dean. Grip tightening on the phone, his brow furrowed. His brother treated him like he was infected by the plague for some reason... his dad was nonexistent... but at least Bobby cared enough to keep calling till Dean answered it.
Rolling the phone in his grip, he realized that left Jess. She was awkward with him for many reasons. Because of Sam... because he was a stranger... and maybe because there was some line they'd not crossed yet that would take them from acquaintances to real friends. But Dean was the one holding back, and he was holding back for his little brother. The last thing he needed is Sam thinking he was out to eff his life up more.
Right now? Right now he was regretting insisting that Sam and Jess go to class today. Because the silence was killing him as his thoughts drowned him in how much of a life he didn't have. Not even the short bout with Cassie was enough to make him think that everything was ok in his life. In another 30 minutes he was sure he was going to break out of Sam's apartment and just get out to breathe.
What was he doing here? There were too many long silences and conversation was quiet and careful at best. Sometimes he could see a little bit of the relationship he missed so much from Sam... others he wondered if this kid was even his Sam. Was he even making any progress? Not likely. Keeping his eyes on the window, he stared out it blankly over the scenery of Palo Alto with bland interest. He'd not left the apartment since they'd drug him in there... and it was starting to rub against the grain.
Closing his eyes slowly, he fingered his cell phone. He'd just spent thirty minutes on the phone being reamed out for being a huge idgit by Bobby. At least he did it cause he cared. John only sent him a text saying he was glad he was ok. No call... that was it. And that was probably cause Bobby tore him a new one for not talking to Dean. Grip tightening on the phone, his brow furrowed. His brother treated him like he was infected by the plague for some reason... his dad was nonexistent... but at least Bobby cared enough to keep calling till Dean answered it.
Rolling the phone in his grip, he realized that left Jess. She was awkward with him for many reasons. Because of Sam... because he was a stranger... and maybe because there was some line they'd not crossed yet that would take them from acquaintances to real friends. But Dean was the one holding back, and he was holding back for his little brother. The last thing he needed is Sam thinking he was out to eff his life up more.
Right now? Right now he was regretting insisting that Sam and Jess go to class today. Because the silence was killing him as his thoughts drowned him in how much of a life he didn't have. Not even the short bout with Cassie was enough to make him think that everything was ok in his life. In another 30 minutes he was sure he was going to break out of Sam's apartment and just get out to breathe.
Interview Me!
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your blog or journal.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. And so on and so on and so on...
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your blog or journal.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. And so on and so on and so on...
Remembering Before...
Mar. 28th, 2010 10:24 pm Dean didn't talk to Sam for two years at Stanford....
The Reasons Why.
(Wincest Fanfic NC17 under the link.)
The Reasons Why.
(Wincest Fanfic NC17 under the link.)
My time in Hell...
Mar. 16th, 2010 11:30 amThe Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Moderate |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Moderate |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Very High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Very High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Moderate |
Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test
