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i. - - WOES.

closed, muse post.

𝖂𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔫 blinked, he found himself crashing onto the rough, unforgiving gravel of the road with his nose busted and a furious color of crimson streaming out of one of his nostrils, quickly seeping into his newly-thrifted shirt. He raised his trembling hand to cup his broken nozzle while attempting to bat away the tears that came to his eyes. The intense burning of the pain didn’t amount to the slightest bit of damage that he received as he peered upwards, to his father’s disappointed narrowed orbs and bared beer-stained teeth.

“’m sorry.” Dean wasn’t sure of what or which instance he was exactly apologizing for, but all he could do at the moment was hope he could lessen John’s incoming wrath. He sniffed, quickly regretting the decision to do so. Every time he breathed through his nose, it felt like it was clogged, as if a great big dam had been wedged inside and wooden splinters were continuously prodding the sensitive skin.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He sputtered out.

It was a pathetic attempt to mask the warble of emotion that crept into his voice. He kept repeating the same phrase like a broken record as he gradually shrunk under the dead-weight pressure of his own body.

“Did you think that I wouldn’t notice you, boy? Letting that filthy-ass mutt get off the hook?”

The insult wasn’t directed towards him, per se, but it certainly felt like it was.

Whenever something went wrong or it didn’t live up to the mighty expectations of John Winchester, all fingers pointed to Dean.

It always came back around to be Dean’s fault.

With his other limb, he dug his hand into the ground, his blunt nails scraping across the jagged rocks that littered the asphalt, desperately pushing down the urge that reared up in his gut to scramble away from his father as he stomped forward.

Earlier, he and John had been investigating a fairly-lengthy although easy enough of a case about a pack of werewolves terrorizing a farm a few towns over.

It was a remote area where a vast majority of trees were the only closest thing to be called as neighbors. Dean wouldn’t have minded the possibility of settling down in a place that was similar but he didn’t entertain the idea either. There was inherent use for retirement to a hunter like Dean who had no stable source of income besides hustling in pool and pickpocketing any poor sucker than came his way— nor any physical assets to his name. Not to mention, he barely had the slightest of clue on how to take care of Sam as it is.

When they arrived to the scene of the supposed altercation, they were met with slaughtered cattle with their intensities strewn out in the open and the farmhand— dead and rotting— as far as Dean could tell, with a gaping hole of where her heart would have been present and beating.

John had only taken one glance at the massacare before he turned around to take the long trek back to the car. He didn’t say anything till Dean was nestled in the passenger seat next to him, clearly puzzled at his silence but too uncertation to ask.

“They’re all in the barn.” John spoke blandly without fail, reaching into the inside of his leather coat to pull out his signature flask, the pure metal glinting under the rays of the light that filtered through the shaded window to his left.

He flicked the lid open, squinting at the murky contents that lazily sloshed around before deeming it okay enough to down the entire container of whiskey. The sun was still held aloft in the sky and hidden among the clouds; it couldn’t have been nine or ten before noon.

“Yes, sir.”

Looks like we’re staking out here tonight, then.

Dean allowed his gaze to drift towards the poorly-coated burgundy structure that stood tall next to the farmhouse. With the way it looked on its shaky foundation, one careful nudge from a gust of wind would knock it all asunder.

He found himself nearly sympathizing with it for a moment. Only for a short moment.

“Get up on your feet, boy.”

It wasn’t a request, it was a command.

“‘Now!” John’s voice had managed to rise above the wayward crickets that were hidden amongst the grass, making the throbbing of the pain even more worse.

“You’re embarrassing me.” He hissed to him next, and Dean wished he was already back in the front seat of the Impala.

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HAYLEY KILLORAN, RAGE TORN / BITTEN BY GRIEF. twenty-five years old, currently living in new orleans, louisiana; harboring a deadly secret with sharp teeth & the darkest fur. a mutuals only paranormal oc set in the southern gothic genre. personals and minors dni.

recurring themes / possible trigger warnings: religious trauma, anger issues, body horror, gore, shapeshifting vessel, ' bite is also touch ' , mental illness & violence.

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a castlevania inspired roleplay carrd requested by a lovely anon!

— inspiration from gorgeous art by ayami kojima!

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— a landing page with title, subtitle, fixed header with navi, and intro.

— an about chara page with core details, biography, and statistics.

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⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀an individual portrayal of dean winchester of cw’s supernatural. muse takes place in season 1 to season 6, reluctant with avoidance to later seasons in case of spoilers. heavy religious symbolism &. dead dove themes - - - with a few exceptions i will NOT do ( incest, necrophilia, pedophilia. ) delves into plot, verses, au-ish roleplays and short, headcannon posts. semi-selective with crossovers &. original characters, happy to receive. muse is a full, consenting adult with a preference to chemistry &. rarepair ships.

# tender brother, - - - fatherhood, - - - masculinity,

cavernously sinful, - - - sacrificial hound, - - - life.

currently sporadic and slow with interactions &. requests; open to react, however! time-zone is central daylight time ( cdt. ) mun’s roleplaying will stem from novella to advanced / semi literature, and is highly experienced ( not on tumblr, though. ) threads are mostly information &. writing based. mun is a minor, and is extremely selective about explicit content - - - welcoming older muns. he / seraph.

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