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Character Name: Dean Winchester (Aliases he's used in canon are as followed.)
• Hector Aframian
• Ted Nugent
• Samuel Cole
• Agent Ford
• Jerry Wanek
• Dr. James Hetfield
• Nigel Tufnel
• John Bonham
• Father Simmons
• Officer Gregory Washington
• Kris Warren
• Alan Stanwick
• Sigfried Houdini
• Detective Turner
• Agent Plant
• D. Hasselhoff
• Dan Hermansen
• Christopher Johnson, Jr.
• Dean J. Mahogoff
• Detective Landis
• Deputy Marshal Billy Gibbons
Series: Supernatural
Timeline: 5x03, "Free to Be You and Me."
Canon Resource Link: We know a little about a lot of things just enough to make us dangerous.
Character History:
From a very young age Dean was the self-proclaimed man of the house. Before he could long divide he was taking care of situations at home and picking up the pieces when things went wrong. His father and his mother had their share of differences. John was a Vietnam veteran and an abandoned kid so he had a lot of baggage, and his mom was a hunter something she did her best to keep under wraps. Even as a toddler Dean was cleaning up John's messes and taking care of his pregnant mom, at least as much as he possibly could. John wasn't ever reliably home to tend to Mary's needs, it made it hard for Dean to get any sense or semblance of a childhood and there was always the constant fear of him not returning so Dean took it upon himself to comfort his mother and eventually his little brother Sam. For this being such a comfort to him at such a young age it never quite stopped being a part of who he was and even after his mother was murdered in cold blood when he was four he continued taking on that responsibility and taking the families problems onto his shoulders.
John, with a guilty conscience, eventually hit the road to find what had killed his wife and dragged his two sons along, leaving Dean in control of his brother while everything they ever knew got upended. The two of them had a bond unrivaled by most other families and even though they distanced as they grew older Sam was still the first person that he came to when his father went missing.
Dean knew better than most what kind of person Sam was so when he found him playing it normal in Stanford he was the first to point out what kind of bullshit that was. Not just because he'd given that kind of thing a shot and had it shut down at every opportunity, but also because Jess the girl he was living with had no idea who he really was. That wasn't the kind of foundation that kept the romance alive.
Sam reluctantly agreed to go with him, help him try and narrow down their options of where to look for their Dad. The guy was full-on MIA, phone shut down, no GPS options available. The only thing they had to go off of was his old journal, something that turned out to be just as cryptic as he was.
After Sam told him he didn't want to stay, Dean tried to bargain with him to keep him in the life. Not just because he wanted to be there to look out for him, but also because he missed him. The hunt wasn't a total failure and Dean felt like the for the first time in a long time they were back to what they were supposed to be. On the road, kicking ass and taking names, sticking to their guns for each other. When his baby brother didn't budge Dean gave in and dropped him off, if it was what Sam wanted there was no way he'd ever deny him that.
Life at Stanford wasn't smooth sailing, though, Dean stayed long enough just to make sure Sam was okay but when the place caught fire all bets were off. Dean broke in and pulled his brother from a fire for the second time. Jess getting torched on the ceiling didn't bode well for either of them, but it hit Sam especially hard. It was hard for Dean not to be empathetic, the whole thing gave them more questions than answers, and it wasn't just someone Sam loved that went up in flames but also his hopes and dreams.
Living out of a car can make or break a relationship, but in their case, they were already pretty familiar with it. The only time they got to sleep in a bed was when they were dropped off with a friend of their dad's or when they were lucky enough to park it in a hotel room. They learned things about each other in the years they'd been apart. Not because they talked all that often, Dean was pretty strict on the No Chick Flick moments rule. They got to know each other better because they experienced a lot of bullshit by each other's side. He was a long way off from the scrawny preteen Dean had to look out for at school, and Dean was way more than just bravado. He gave normalcy a shot with Cassie, even though it didn't pan out, and every step of the way put what they were doing ahead of himself. It was only when they had time to kill that he let himself screw around.
When some lucky spook got in a cheap shot Dean wound up with heart disease and an untimely death sentence. He handled it the way any other hunter would, with a grim outlook on life and a bleak acceptance that doing what he does he was bound to bite the farm sooner or later. Sam wouldn't leave it alone, he did what he did best buried his nose in a book and exhausted all options until there was a solution. That solution was a less than kosher town preacher with a reaper on a leash. The practice was what got to Dean, first of all, faith wasn't in his vocabulary. He already knew these things didn't happen without backlash. When he found out that someone else had to die to keep his sorry ass in line he was pissed. He and Sam did what they had to do but it cost an innocent girl her shot at survival, something he'll always carry with him. There's no rhyme or reason to what happened there and what maDE him worthy instead of her won't ever make any sense. He had to intervene and blow her chances and that just made it all so much worse.
During their first year on the road, it was all winning streaks and learning curves. He and Sam had to get on better terms with each other to keep hunting but good old fashioned trial and error took care of that. When a shifter takes your skin and uses it for all sorts of murder it's hard not to turn heads. That's how they managed to get the feds on their ass and the dude in charge wasn't the type to let up.
It took the brothers two years of hunting and odd jobs, things they'd gathered from their father's journal entries and assigned longitudes and latitudes before they reconnected with their father. They didn't get along at first, Sam fully committed to the whole apple pie life thing, and Dean was still the brother that stepped in line and did what he was told. Sam had left to tackle his own goals, things that had nothing to do with hunting or the supernatural world and because of their differences the two ended up butting heads more than they got along. With that roadblock there, though, it was still obvious to them both that they were meant to do this, that they were brothers and their differences would never change that.
They almost got their chance to end everything when Yellow-Eyes came back with them after their lame attempt at rescuing their dad from the demons that took him. John demanded to be killed, to be shot by the colt, and Dean begged Sam not to. Not just because he loved his dad but also because he didn't want his brother taking that on by himself. He knew the kind of person Sam was and the way he carried everything with him. Shooting his own dad wasn't something that he could come back from.
In the end, they lost the kill, and John was pissed but Sam made it clear that he didn't care. Dean was bleeding in the backseat, guts barely held together, and that was the main priority. Getting t-boned by an eighteen wheeler only made that more serious. After getting life-flighted to the nearest hospital John was already gunning for the thing that killed their mom. Dean was in a coma, ready for the send-off and their numbers were all up. The only one unable to fight was him. Dean was a little more preoccupied with a reaper.
Tessa and her speech about how there was always a soldier and always a war or a fight only made things worse for Dean who had to watch Sam fall apart and his dad fight with him over what needed to be done. There was no way he'd let himself be hopeless so after some Ouija talk he kept an eye on things. Running from death was already his day job so that didn't scare him but his dad trying to bargain with Yellow-Eyes and Meg was a whole different story. Since Sam roped her in by accident he'd already had more of the bitch than he could stand and Dean knew from first-hand experience how dangerous she could be. The bad news just kept getting worse, Dean was about to go quietly with Tessa when things took a turn for the worst. Dad was dead, just after one hell of a final commitment and it didn't take a genius to figure out that it was a raw deal. The next few months were spent fixing his car at their Uncle Bobby's marinating on everything that happened.
From the start when Sam told him he had The Shining and he saw some of that full-on Carrie style crap Dean tried his best to be supportive. It scared the crap out of him, but Sam at least respected him enough to let him take care of his shit. The shtriga and the shifter, the things that he left unfinished. Since neither of them knew much when it became obvious that Yellow-Eyes had plans for an army he stayed at Sam's side like velcro. He was the only family Dean had left so he'd rather go through it with him than let him go through it alone.
So when Sam disappeared during a diner run after another whirlwind of crap, Dean took it pretty damn personally when all he saw inside were dead bodies and the bloody remains of another demon stunt. He tried to find him via GPS with no luck and not even Bobby was able to narrow down the search. The only thing that brought them closer to an answer was a massive migraine headache and mind meld vision that went with it. He was pretty damn grateful to find out it was Andy and not some freak talent that ran through their family line. It gave he and Bobby both just enough to go off of.
When Dean lost Sam to the melee style battle royal Azazel set up for his kids, he couldn't handle it. Dean left his body in the spare room so he could mull it over and the only sure solution was to take it into his own hands. At first, he went to the crossroads to bargain, maybe, bully the demon into bringing him back. Dean knew from experience that those strings could be pulled. The bitch wouldn't budge and when all was said and done all he was offered was a year. It was a crap barter but he still said yes. The world was better with his brother in it than without.
When Sam was brought back Bobby was pissed, pulled him aside and chastised him for what he did. It didn't make a difference what was done was done and Dean had no way of taking it back, not without Sam biting it on his behalf. The only thing Sam seemed to want to do was to get revenge. Sure, Jake had done irreparable damage but when there's a fire lit under his ass there's no talking him out of it. When Sam told him what was at stake they all went with, the gates didn't need to get open there was already enough hell spawn roaming the streets and Dean didn't want to add to the cocktail.
After years of trying to find absolution when it came to their screwed up soap opera of a life, Dean finally got the opportunity to take Yellow-Eyes out. Not without getting banged up in the process and not long after some assistance from their dad who clawed his way out of hell to get another shot in. When all was said and done Sam knew the truth and was even more world-weary than he'd been before.
After they took out Azazel he and Sam did their best to focus on something better, but they were both a little too preoccupied with Dean staring down the barrel to do much more than casual hunts in between homework. Bobby told them exactly how it was gonna be, and Dean knew by piecing together texts, research, and what the crossroads demon said that it wasn't gonna be pretty.
Somewhere along the way a blonde demon made herself known, first to Sam and then to Bobby. She was trying to bargain, and gain some trust but neither of them was really interested in giving her leeway. She seemed a lot stronger with a magic knife and was making promises that they all wanted her to cash. She said she knew how to get Dean out of his deal. It came down to Lilith and they'd squared away with her a few times before, probably the strongest demon either of them had ever come across.
Even during a hundred Tuesdays of non-stop torture Sam refused to give up on Dean. They wound up in cuffs a few times, but always managed to escape. Once out of a state lock-up and again on the lam after each attempt to pin them down. Henriksen chased them across the country, and eventually he caught up. They had their fun in Hollywood and Dean got out his last hurrah (twins) but when it came down to it Dean wasn't gonna let innocent people die for him. Not when it was clear that Lilith was bringing her A-Game. They took down a hoard of demons with the help of Ruby, but she was still too old-fashioned. Eventually, she bailed out and they relied on some well-placed traps and the combined wit of Sam and Bobby to make a clean break. In the end, there weren't any casualties and after being possessed Henriksen knew they weren't lying and agreed to clear their names by fixing the report to say they died in the siege.
When they left, they had a better idea of how to handle Lilith and why she was gunning so hard for them. It wasn't just that she held Dean's contract but that Sam was her competition. She was the other player and the only game in town and she really didn't want to share the spotlight. After seeing first-hand accounts on the news about the blast that took out the police Dean started to wonder why he was even putting up a fight. A whole group of innocent people got the shaft because of them, and none of them deserved it.
Afer they made it back to South Dakota to find Ruby already waiting for them they cut a deal. She knew where Lilith would be, and knew how to take her down. She even knew how many armed guards would be around. In retrospect maybe she knew too much, but none of them wanted to bargain with Dean's life anymore not with him so close to the end. The hallucinations were already setting in and meals were a thing of the past.
Lilith's ground zero was a suburban nightmare and they fought tooth and nail just to get close. They managed to take out several demons with Ruby's help but Lilith's agents captured her they wasted a lot of time and energy for nothing when the few remaining asshats smoked out. Ever since the incident with Meg, and destroying her host, Dean knew better than to take shots at a demon riding shotgun. He couldn't bring himself to do it when he was staring down oblivion with the same douchebags he'd come after as roommates.
The next time they saw Ruby it was a beard. Lilith jumped her bones to get to Dean, and Midnight became a reality. Dean was gone, and there was hell to pay. Literally.
Dean spent forty years on the rack because of time alterations, in real time, the whole thing only lasted a few months. While he was gone Sam fell deeper into booze and rage, and after more unfulfilled promises on Ruby's end started a sexual relationship with her in the new get-up. The whole thing had to do with drinking her blood and the power that doing it gave him. Dean came to and was already pretty frustrated with Sam, he was off, things were bad and after spending so much time with him in the last three years he knew there was something he wasn't telling him.
Between that and waking up six feet under completely fine, no bruises or contusions, Dean's pretty damn convinced things are coming unhinged again. He reconnects with Harvelles after the bitter way they ended their last stint and tries to wrap his head around what's going on with Sam, feelers out in every direction. He figures if anyone knows if there had been signs of a big-level demon that they'd have the records, but there wasn't shit.
When they get psychic help it gets a lot worse, she manages to grab a glimpse of the dude that saved him and apparently that was enough to burn her eyes out of her skull. Everything was crumbling around them, his tutor in hell was live in color walking around without a scratch on him and the death toll kept rising. Finally, their second attempt at summoning him actually worked out. That's when it all came unhinged. It was an angel, the real deal, not some ghost that wanted more out of death. Dean had to work for them, and the apocalypse was pretty damn nigh. Castiel even filled him in on all the gritty details of what Sam's been up to for the summer. Things got bad, he addressed it, and it got worse. No one wants to admit they had a problem, and for Sam, the blood was a drug.
The seals that Uriel and Cas warned him about kept getting broken. One after the other, one bizarro thing to the next. He did his best to keep it together but the whole thing was overwhelming. Dean was supposed to be stopping armageddon and he was screwing up every step of the way. The only comfort he got was a has-been angel in the backseat of Baby. It kept getting worse, Sam was still all sorts of fucked up and Alastair was still roaming around looking for vindication. Seals kept breaking, and through the thick of it, all Dean just kept trying to get Cas to get why Heaven's way wasn't beneficial and people weren't just cannon fodder.
Dean had to take care of Alastair by himself after that, he was the only one that had the information they needed about who was killing them. When Alastair broke free Dean was beaten within an inch of his life. It was only when Sam made it there that they got a chance to actually do some damage. Instead, it was way too much for him to handle. Sam killed Alastair, and up until then none of them even knew how to do that without a knife. Something that didn't even really work on him.
When push came to shove Sam chose blood over his own brother. The detox in the panic room went too far, and it cost him too much, there wasn't any way they could see eye to eye. Sam thought he was helping, he was blinded by what the blood made him capable of. When he bailed out to kill Lilith that was it. They were already in too deep. Not even Chuck the creeper/prophet could've predicted how fucked up it would all get. Cas wound up being another number on the death count, long after promising that he'd be around to help. The whole year was pointless. Not even the angels could stop them from opening all of the seals and releasing Lucifer, and even though Sam claimed to be free of the addiction he wasn't. He went cold turkey, and he even went through the detox process but Dean wasn't convinced he could ever trust his brother again.
When they wound up topside again they were facing down a whole different list of problems. First a horseman, then something a little bit more. Whatever brought Cas back and kept the whole world spinning was above their pay grade. Lucifer was clearly up and walking around and none of them had any answers or anything to go off of. After squaring away with War, Dean decided to drive in a different direction. Him and Sam went different ways, because as far as he was convinced it was gonna take a goddamn miracle to fix the fact that they broke the world.
With more of Heaven's groupies on their ass to get Dean to sign his rights away to his own body, the best thing he could do was stay under the radar and try to take care of things his own way. With Bobby, Cas, and the rest they might be able to find a solution where Michael didn't have to get too close for comfort.
The whole thing Dean takes on like another thing he's responsible for, except this time it's because he knows he's at fault. He still hasn't forgiven himself for the things he did when he was in hell, and fixing this is his way of trying to fix all the damage he's caused. The past five years have been one mistake after another and way too many losses. If he can prevent this from happening maybe it'll help him sleep better at night. When push comes to shove, this whole clusterfuck is mostly his doing.
Abilities/Special Powers: There's a lot going for Dean, he's got a keen sense of intuition and is proficient when in comes to fighting. He was raised from age three up like a tiny combat marine so weapons aren't a problem for him, melee or otherwise. His aptitude for written words and dead languages isn't perfect but it's better than most and his knowledge of the supernatural is second to none. Despite these winning traits, he's still your average GED drop-out with a pickled liver and ten bucks to his name. His charisma has nothing to do with anything super but instead just street smarts and knowing people and how to play them. He's a virtuoso when it comes to that and can usually find his way around to the things he wants.
Third-Person Sample:Fairytales were for people that actually got to have a childhood so all of this king, queen, Wonderland bullshit is a little too much of a pipe-dream for Dean to just sit back and accept. He's still expecting to wake up somewhere with some bargain from Zachariah and another near death attempt to get him to see things his way. Right about now Dean's starting to regret ever leaving Sam. He didn't like the choice to begin with, but it was necessary. They were both too close, too much of a weakness, and he'd taken too many unfortunate hits to consider working with him that close again.
All he can think about is the fact that Sam's going at it alone, at home where things are just itching to go up in flames. He's already tried getting in touch with Cas more than once, but cell service isn't working and wherever he is on the angel radar or radio, he's not getting much of a signal. Either that or it's all white noise.
In a place like this one, he can see how it might get pretty damn easy to just accept the hand you're dealt. He's seen some messed up shit in his time, but nothing touched this parade of LSD and child-like revelry. Whatever brought him here had a sense of humor and if it totally wasn't his style Dean might've pegged the Trickster to be the culprit. This was too abysmal, too on the side of deadpan and satire to ever be his sort of thing. Some of it just wasn't funny, period.
To kill time, and get out of the place he showed up in, Dean's spent a lot of time on the streets closest to the mansion or palace. Whatever it was. He's doing what he does best, getting as much intel as possible before deciding what to do. So far everything's coming up goose egg. Whatever brought him here hasn't done a lot of talking either. Besides the obvious, that he just doesn't have it in him to believe.
Whatever. Dean can't keep this up all day, and after making no headway on the recon Dean just parks it at a nearby table at some food joint and starts scrolling through the phone that was on him when he showed up, a phone that definitely wasn't one of his. Full-time or burner it wasn't like anything he'd kept around. Maybe there was a way to get in contact from there since his phone was terminally without service.
Secondary Sample: 3/31/18
It's weird for him to have his baby here and not really be able to do much with her. She's become a damn paperweight and on the list of shit that bothered him about this backward fairytale hellhole, it was the fact she'd been rendered useless that sat on the top of the list.
Once a day he made a visit, made sure she was still in fighting shape and spent time on the hood or the front seat going over the network feed. Old habits die hard, the car was still home for him, even after two years of being stuck on this rock. It's not even uncommon to find him taking a night in the backseat where him and Sam grew up just to get in touch with his roots.
"You deserved better." Better than just being a glorified tote bag for the arsenal. Everything's where it needs to be in the trunk, and it's all like he remembers it. Oiling the surface, keeping all the chrome clean, it was the best use of his time when things were slow around the mansion. The minute the doors lost their familiar squeak or the black matte paint lost it's shine he was there with the full kit to fix it.
"As soon as I can, baby, you and me- empty highway." Maybe Sam if he could get out of his own way. It was okay to dream. Dean props the driver's side seat baack, stares at the roof of the car. It's like it rolled off the lot, with the wear and tear he always keeps in check. Little accents of character to keep it theirs.
First-Person Sample:[When the camera pans around at first all you see is jeans and boots before he's got it up and focused on his face. Dean flashes the feed an unimpressed look, whatever this was he didn't want to be in on the joke.]
As far as abduction sequences go, the digs are nice. Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered, but I've also got a lot more important things to do. Don't even bother rolling out the welcome wagon, send me back. This might be better treatment than I'm used to, but it's still a lame excuse at convincing me to play for your team.
[A certain angel named Zachariah might want him to sign up and put his body on layaway for the apocalypse but he didn't have any plans on doing that anytime soon. As far as he was concerned, there was still a shot, and he'd only consent to Michael if he didn't have any other choice. He was a lot of things, but letting someone else do his dirty work was never his style.]
So, let's go father Christmas.
[Dean takes a minute to scratch the side of his cheek, and then sets his jaw and squares his shoulders.]
Otherwise, I might just let myself get comfortable.
If anyone wants to feed me another line of crap, don't waste your time. The creep I'm looking for has Fifty Shades of Douche written all over him.
Secondary Sample: 3/31/18
[On today's episode of Hoodwinked the camera pans over one seriously agitated Dean Winchester in what looks to be the kitchen.]
What kind of animal does this?
[Beer, lots of it, cans open and sprawled around and half a pie eaten and left with the wrapping over it to protect it from the atmosphere.]
Don't think I'm not gonna take this as a personal attack. There's no reason to label our shit, we're all adults here. If you're gonna put your mitts on what doesn't belong to you, at least have the decency to clean up the mess.
[Someone is gonna blame him for this, that he's sure of, flights up he can feel Sam laughing his ass off at this strange turn of events.]
Forget it.
[Housekeeping just wasn't his thing, and addressing the public with basic information was starting to make him feel way too much like his dad.]
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Character Name: Dean Winchester (Aliases he's used in canon are as followed.)
• Ted Nugent
• Samuel Cole
• Agent Ford
• Jerry Wanek
• Dr. James Hetfield
• Nigel Tufnel
• John Bonham
• Father Simmons
• Officer Gregory Washington
• Kris Warren
• Alan Stanwick
• Sigfried Houdini
• Detective Turner
• Agent Plant
• D. Hasselhoff
• Dan Hermansen
• Christopher Johnson, Jr.
• Dean J. Mahogoff
• Detective Landis
• Deputy Marshal Billy Gibbons
Series: Supernatural
Timeline: 5x03, "Free to Be You and Me."
Canon Resource Link: We know a little about a lot of things just enough to make us dangerous.
Character History:
John, with a guilty conscience, eventually hit the road to find what had killed his wife and dragged his two sons along, leaving Dean in control of his brother while everything they ever knew got upended. The two of them had a bond unrivaled by most other families and even though they distanced as they grew older Sam was still the first person that he came to when his father went missing.
Dean knew better than most what kind of person Sam was so when he found him playing it normal in Stanford he was the first to point out what kind of bullshit that was. Not just because he'd given that kind of thing a shot and had it shut down at every opportunity, but also because Jess the girl he was living with had no idea who he really was. That wasn't the kind of foundation that kept the romance alive.
Sam reluctantly agreed to go with him, help him try and narrow down their options of where to look for their Dad. The guy was full-on MIA, phone shut down, no GPS options available. The only thing they had to go off of was his old journal, something that turned out to be just as cryptic as he was.
After Sam told him he didn't want to stay, Dean tried to bargain with him to keep him in the life. Not just because he wanted to be there to look out for him, but also because he missed him. The hunt wasn't a total failure and Dean felt like the for the first time in a long time they were back to what they were supposed to be. On the road, kicking ass and taking names, sticking to their guns for each other. When his baby brother didn't budge Dean gave in and dropped him off, if it was what Sam wanted there was no way he'd ever deny him that.
Life at Stanford wasn't smooth sailing, though, Dean stayed long enough just to make sure Sam was okay but when the place caught fire all bets were off. Dean broke in and pulled his brother from a fire for the second time. Jess getting torched on the ceiling didn't bode well for either of them, but it hit Sam especially hard. It was hard for Dean not to be empathetic, the whole thing gave them more questions than answers, and it wasn't just someone Sam loved that went up in flames but also his hopes and dreams.
Living out of a car can make or break a relationship, but in their case, they were already pretty familiar with it. The only time they got to sleep in a bed was when they were dropped off with a friend of their dad's or when they were lucky enough to park it in a hotel room. They learned things about each other in the years they'd been apart. Not because they talked all that often, Dean was pretty strict on the No Chick Flick moments rule. They got to know each other better because they experienced a lot of bullshit by each other's side. He was a long way off from the scrawny preteen Dean had to look out for at school, and Dean was way more than just bravado. He gave normalcy a shot with Cassie, even though it didn't pan out, and every step of the way put what they were doing ahead of himself. It was only when they had time to kill that he let himself screw around.
When some lucky spook got in a cheap shot Dean wound up with heart disease and an untimely death sentence. He handled it the way any other hunter would, with a grim outlook on life and a bleak acceptance that doing what he does he was bound to bite the farm sooner or later. Sam wouldn't leave it alone, he did what he did best buried his nose in a book and exhausted all options until there was a solution. That solution was a less than kosher town preacher with a reaper on a leash. The practice was what got to Dean, first of all, faith wasn't in his vocabulary. He already knew these things didn't happen without backlash. When he found out that someone else had to die to keep his sorry ass in line he was pissed. He and Sam did what they had to do but it cost an innocent girl her shot at survival, something he'll always carry with him. There's no rhyme or reason to what happened there and what maDE him worthy instead of her won't ever make any sense. He had to intervene and blow her chances and that just made it all so much worse.
During their first year on the road, it was all winning streaks and learning curves. He and Sam had to get on better terms with each other to keep hunting but good old fashioned trial and error took care of that. When a shifter takes your skin and uses it for all sorts of murder it's hard not to turn heads. That's how they managed to get the feds on their ass and the dude in charge wasn't the type to let up.
It took the brothers two years of hunting and odd jobs, things they'd gathered from their father's journal entries and assigned longitudes and latitudes before they reconnected with their father. They didn't get along at first, Sam fully committed to the whole apple pie life thing, and Dean was still the brother that stepped in line and did what he was told. Sam had left to tackle his own goals, things that had nothing to do with hunting or the supernatural world and because of their differences the two ended up butting heads more than they got along. With that roadblock there, though, it was still obvious to them both that they were meant to do this, that they were brothers and their differences would never change that.
They almost got their chance to end everything when Yellow-Eyes came back with them after their lame attempt at rescuing their dad from the demons that took him. John demanded to be killed, to be shot by the colt, and Dean begged Sam not to. Not just because he loved his dad but also because he didn't want his brother taking that on by himself. He knew the kind of person Sam was and the way he carried everything with him. Shooting his own dad wasn't something that he could come back from.
In the end, they lost the kill, and John was pissed but Sam made it clear that he didn't care. Dean was bleeding in the backseat, guts barely held together, and that was the main priority. Getting t-boned by an eighteen wheeler only made that more serious. After getting life-flighted to the nearest hospital John was already gunning for the thing that killed their mom. Dean was in a coma, ready for the send-off and their numbers were all up. The only one unable to fight was him. Dean was a little more preoccupied with a reaper.
Tessa and her speech about how there was always a soldier and always a war or a fight only made things worse for Dean who had to watch Sam fall apart and his dad fight with him over what needed to be done. There was no way he'd let himself be hopeless so after some Ouija talk he kept an eye on things. Running from death was already his day job so that didn't scare him but his dad trying to bargain with Yellow-Eyes and Meg was a whole different story. Since Sam roped her in by accident he'd already had more of the bitch than he could stand and Dean knew from first-hand experience how dangerous she could be. The bad news just kept getting worse, Dean was about to go quietly with Tessa when things took a turn for the worst. Dad was dead, just after one hell of a final commitment and it didn't take a genius to figure out that it was a raw deal. The next few months were spent fixing his car at their Uncle Bobby's marinating on everything that happened.
From the start when Sam told him he had The Shining and he saw some of that full-on Carrie style crap Dean tried his best to be supportive. It scared the crap out of him, but Sam at least respected him enough to let him take care of his shit. The shtriga and the shifter, the things that he left unfinished. Since neither of them knew much when it became obvious that Yellow-Eyes had plans for an army he stayed at Sam's side like velcro. He was the only family Dean had left so he'd rather go through it with him than let him go through it alone.
So when Sam disappeared during a diner run after another whirlwind of crap, Dean took it pretty damn personally when all he saw inside were dead bodies and the bloody remains of another demon stunt. He tried to find him via GPS with no luck and not even Bobby was able to narrow down the search. The only thing that brought them closer to an answer was a massive migraine headache and mind meld vision that went with it. He was pretty damn grateful to find out it was Andy and not some freak talent that ran through their family line. It gave he and Bobby both just enough to go off of.
When Dean lost Sam to the melee style battle royal Azazel set up for his kids, he couldn't handle it. Dean left his body in the spare room so he could mull it over and the only sure solution was to take it into his own hands. At first, he went to the crossroads to bargain, maybe, bully the demon into bringing him back. Dean knew from experience that those strings could be pulled. The bitch wouldn't budge and when all was said and done all he was offered was a year. It was a crap barter but he still said yes. The world was better with his brother in it than without.
When Sam was brought back Bobby was pissed, pulled him aside and chastised him for what he did. It didn't make a difference what was done was done and Dean had no way of taking it back, not without Sam biting it on his behalf. The only thing Sam seemed to want to do was to get revenge. Sure, Jake had done irreparable damage but when there's a fire lit under his ass there's no talking him out of it. When Sam told him what was at stake they all went with, the gates didn't need to get open there was already enough hell spawn roaming the streets and Dean didn't want to add to the cocktail.
After years of trying to find absolution when it came to their screwed up soap opera of a life, Dean finally got the opportunity to take Yellow-Eyes out. Not without getting banged up in the process and not long after some assistance from their dad who clawed his way out of hell to get another shot in. When all was said and done Sam knew the truth and was even more world-weary than he'd been before.
After they took out Azazel he and Sam did their best to focus on something better, but they were both a little too preoccupied with Dean staring down the barrel to do much more than casual hunts in between homework. Bobby told them exactly how it was gonna be, and Dean knew by piecing together texts, research, and what the crossroads demon said that it wasn't gonna be pretty.
Somewhere along the way a blonde demon made herself known, first to Sam and then to Bobby. She was trying to bargain, and gain some trust but neither of them was really interested in giving her leeway. She seemed a lot stronger with a magic knife and was making promises that they all wanted her to cash. She said she knew how to get Dean out of his deal. It came down to Lilith and they'd squared away with her a few times before, probably the strongest demon either of them had ever come across.
Even during a hundred Tuesdays of non-stop torture Sam refused to give up on Dean. They wound up in cuffs a few times, but always managed to escape. Once out of a state lock-up and again on the lam after each attempt to pin them down. Henriksen chased them across the country, and eventually he caught up. They had their fun in Hollywood and Dean got out his last hurrah (twins) but when it came down to it Dean wasn't gonna let innocent people die for him. Not when it was clear that Lilith was bringing her A-Game. They took down a hoard of demons with the help of Ruby, but she was still too old-fashioned. Eventually, she bailed out and they relied on some well-placed traps and the combined wit of Sam and Bobby to make a clean break. In the end, there weren't any casualties and after being possessed Henriksen knew they weren't lying and agreed to clear their names by fixing the report to say they died in the siege.
When they left, they had a better idea of how to handle Lilith and why she was gunning so hard for them. It wasn't just that she held Dean's contract but that Sam was her competition. She was the other player and the only game in town and she really didn't want to share the spotlight. After seeing first-hand accounts on the news about the blast that took out the police Dean started to wonder why he was even putting up a fight. A whole group of innocent people got the shaft because of them, and none of them deserved it.
Afer they made it back to South Dakota to find Ruby already waiting for them they cut a deal. She knew where Lilith would be, and knew how to take her down. She even knew how many armed guards would be around. In retrospect maybe she knew too much, but none of them wanted to bargain with Dean's life anymore not with him so close to the end. The hallucinations were already setting in and meals were a thing of the past.
Lilith's ground zero was a suburban nightmare and they fought tooth and nail just to get close. They managed to take out several demons with Ruby's help but Lilith's agents captured her they wasted a lot of time and energy for nothing when the few remaining asshats smoked out. Ever since the incident with Meg, and destroying her host, Dean knew better than to take shots at a demon riding shotgun. He couldn't bring himself to do it when he was staring down oblivion with the same douchebags he'd come after as roommates.
The next time they saw Ruby it was a beard. Lilith jumped her bones to get to Dean, and Midnight became a reality. Dean was gone, and there was hell to pay. Literally.
Dean spent forty years on the rack because of time alterations, in real time, the whole thing only lasted a few months. While he was gone Sam fell deeper into booze and rage, and after more unfulfilled promises on Ruby's end started a sexual relationship with her in the new get-up. The whole thing had to do with drinking her blood and the power that doing it gave him. Dean came to and was already pretty frustrated with Sam, he was off, things were bad and after spending so much time with him in the last three years he knew there was something he wasn't telling him.
Between that and waking up six feet under completely fine, no bruises or contusions, Dean's pretty damn convinced things are coming unhinged again. He reconnects with Harvelles after the bitter way they ended their last stint and tries to wrap his head around what's going on with Sam, feelers out in every direction. He figures if anyone knows if there had been signs of a big-level demon that they'd have the records, but there wasn't shit.
When they get psychic help it gets a lot worse, she manages to grab a glimpse of the dude that saved him and apparently that was enough to burn her eyes out of her skull. Everything was crumbling around them, his tutor in hell was live in color walking around without a scratch on him and the death toll kept rising. Finally, their second attempt at summoning him actually worked out. That's when it all came unhinged. It was an angel, the real deal, not some ghost that wanted more out of death. Dean had to work for them, and the apocalypse was pretty damn nigh. Castiel even filled him in on all the gritty details of what Sam's been up to for the summer. Things got bad, he addressed it, and it got worse. No one wants to admit they had a problem, and for Sam, the blood was a drug.
The seals that Uriel and Cas warned him about kept getting broken. One after the other, one bizarro thing to the next. He did his best to keep it together but the whole thing was overwhelming. Dean was supposed to be stopping armageddon and he was screwing up every step of the way. The only comfort he got was a has-been angel in the backseat of Baby. It kept getting worse, Sam was still all sorts of fucked up and Alastair was still roaming around looking for vindication. Seals kept breaking, and through the thick of it, all Dean just kept trying to get Cas to get why Heaven's way wasn't beneficial and people weren't just cannon fodder.
Dean had to take care of Alastair by himself after that, he was the only one that had the information they needed about who was killing them. When Alastair broke free Dean was beaten within an inch of his life. It was only when Sam made it there that they got a chance to actually do some damage. Instead, it was way too much for him to handle. Sam killed Alastair, and up until then none of them even knew how to do that without a knife. Something that didn't even really work on him.
When push came to shove Sam chose blood over his own brother. The detox in the panic room went too far, and it cost him too much, there wasn't any way they could see eye to eye. Sam thought he was helping, he was blinded by what the blood made him capable of. When he bailed out to kill Lilith that was it. They were already in too deep. Not even Chuck the creeper/prophet could've predicted how fucked up it would all get. Cas wound up being another number on the death count, long after promising that he'd be around to help. The whole year was pointless. Not even the angels could stop them from opening all of the seals and releasing Lucifer, and even though Sam claimed to be free of the addiction he wasn't. He went cold turkey, and he even went through the detox process but Dean wasn't convinced he could ever trust his brother again.
When they wound up topside again they were facing down a whole different list of problems. First a horseman, then something a little bit more. Whatever brought Cas back and kept the whole world spinning was above their pay grade. Lucifer was clearly up and walking around and none of them had any answers or anything to go off of. After squaring away with War, Dean decided to drive in a different direction. Him and Sam went different ways, because as far as he was convinced it was gonna take a goddamn miracle to fix the fact that they broke the world.
With more of Heaven's groupies on their ass to get Dean to sign his rights away to his own body, the best thing he could do was stay under the radar and try to take care of things his own way. With Bobby, Cas, and the rest they might be able to find a solution where Michael didn't have to get too close for comfort.
The whole thing Dean takes on like another thing he's responsible for, except this time it's because he knows he's at fault. He still hasn't forgiven himself for the things he did when he was in hell, and fixing this is his way of trying to fix all the damage he's caused. The past five years have been one mistake after another and way too many losses. If he can prevent this from happening maybe it'll help him sleep better at night. When push comes to shove, this whole clusterfuck is mostly his doing.
Abilities/Special Powers: There's a lot going for Dean, he's got a keen sense of intuition and is proficient when in comes to fighting. He was raised from age three up like a tiny combat marine so weapons aren't a problem for him, melee or otherwise. His aptitude for written words and dead languages isn't perfect but it's better than most and his knowledge of the supernatural is second to none. Despite these winning traits, he's still your average GED drop-out with a pickled liver and ten bucks to his name. His charisma has nothing to do with anything super but instead just street smarts and knowing people and how to play them. He's a virtuoso when it comes to that and can usually find his way around to the things he wants.
Third-Person Sample:
All he can think about is the fact that Sam's going at it alone, at home where things are just itching to go up in flames. He's already tried getting in touch with Cas more than once, but cell service isn't working and wherever he is on the angel radar or radio, he's not getting much of a signal. Either that or it's all white noise.
In a place like this one, he can see how it might get pretty damn easy to just accept the hand you're dealt. He's seen some messed up shit in his time, but nothing touched this parade of LSD and child-like revelry. Whatever brought him here had a sense of humor and if it totally wasn't his style Dean might've pegged the Trickster to be the culprit. This was too abysmal, too on the side of deadpan and satire to ever be his sort of thing. Some of it just wasn't funny, period.
To kill time, and get out of the place he showed up in, Dean's spent a lot of time on the streets closest to the mansion or palace. Whatever it was. He's doing what he does best, getting as much intel as possible before deciding what to do. So far everything's coming up goose egg. Whatever brought him here hasn't done a lot of talking either. Besides the obvious, that he just doesn't have it in him to believe.
Whatever. Dean can't keep this up all day, and after making no headway on the recon Dean just parks it at a nearby table at some food joint and starts scrolling through the phone that was on him when he showed up, a phone that definitely wasn't one of his. Full-time or burner it wasn't like anything he'd kept around. Maybe there was a way to get in contact from there since his phone was terminally without service.
Secondary Sample: 3/31/18
Once a day he made a visit, made sure she was still in fighting shape and spent time on the hood or the front seat going over the network feed. Old habits die hard, the car was still home for him, even after two years of being stuck on this rock. It's not even uncommon to find him taking a night in the backseat where him and Sam grew up just to get in touch with his roots.
"You deserved better." Better than just being a glorified tote bag for the arsenal. Everything's where it needs to be in the trunk, and it's all like he remembers it. Oiling the surface, keeping all the chrome clean, it was the best use of his time when things were slow around the mansion. The minute the doors lost their familiar squeak or the black matte paint lost it's shine he was there with the full kit to fix it.
"As soon as I can, baby, you and me- empty highway." Maybe Sam if he could get out of his own way. It was okay to dream. Dean props the driver's side seat baack, stares at the roof of the car. It's like it rolled off the lot, with the wear and tear he always keeps in check. Little accents of character to keep it theirs.
First-Person Sample:
As far as abduction sequences go, the digs are nice. Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered, but I've also got a lot more important things to do. Don't even bother rolling out the welcome wagon, send me back. This might be better treatment than I'm used to, but it's still a lame excuse at convincing me to play for your team.
[A certain angel named Zachariah might want him to sign up and put his body on layaway for the apocalypse but he didn't have any plans on doing that anytime soon. As far as he was concerned, there was still a shot, and he'd only consent to Michael if he didn't have any other choice. He was a lot of things, but letting someone else do his dirty work was never his style.]
So, let's go father Christmas.
[Dean takes a minute to scratch the side of his cheek, and then sets his jaw and squares his shoulders.]
Otherwise, I might just let myself get comfortable.
If anyone wants to feed me another line of crap, don't waste your time. The creep I'm looking for has Fifty Shades of Douche written all over him.
Secondary Sample: 3/31/18
What kind of animal does this?
[Beer, lots of it, cans open and sprawled around and half a pie eaten and left with the wrapping over it to protect it from the atmosphere.]
Don't think I'm not gonna take this as a personal attack. There's no reason to label our shit, we're all adults here. If you're gonna put your mitts on what doesn't belong to you, at least have the decency to clean up the mess.
[Someone is gonna blame him for this, that he's sure of, flights up he can feel Sam laughing his ass off at this strange turn of events.]
Forget it.
[Housekeeping just wasn't his thing, and addressing the public with basic information was starting to make him feel way too much like his dad.]