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coltwinchesterdsm · 2 years ago

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Ethan & Colt's Marriage. Original One.

(D) @SanctifiedSword -Loving smile.- How about we take that jump… @SD_NPC3 (E) [Smiling with sparkling brown eyes, Ethan slips Deans hand into his, kissing it tenderly] I’m more than ready. (D) -Quiet disposition never more sure of anything gives Ethan a heated stare.- (E) [Eyes locked on his, Ethan raises two fingers and lays them on his forehead, poofing them to the lava field of Oahu, Hawaii, hand still holding his.] Welcome to our paradise. I chose this place not only for it’s beauty, but also for what it represents. It is smoldering lava under a hot shell. That is what our love is. [He smiles so Our love is calm on the outside but smoldering hot under the shell. [Eyes slowly fall to our joined hands] Let's get married, babe. (Pastor) {appears with a warm smile} Hello Ethan and Dean {looks to the both of you} shall we begin. (D) -Never gonna get used to the teleporting but willing to suck it up for a good reason. Wave of nausea hit, ground gave way. Squeezing Ethan’s hand as things took form again. His voice rumbled low and I had to smile damn if he wasn’t smitten bad as I am. Cool ocean breeze rolled in causing the heat from the molten core beneath our feet to be tolerable. Giving the lady a nod stood up straight confident.- (E) [He nods as he looks at her] Yes, I’m ready. (D) -At ease little nervous but that was cause I tended to mess shit up but not today. Glances up at Ethan winks.- (Pastor) Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Dean and Ethan in matrimony commended to be honorable among all; and therefore is not to be entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly and solemnly. Into this - these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together - let them speak now or forever hold their peace. (E) [Squeezes Dean’s hand as she speaks, heart racing and chest pounding] (D) -Dean listened intently, thoughts of past mistakes were never to far from his mind. He’d broke more hearts than he could count. Each time it had been a defense mechanism. Rule one never get to close they can hurt you. If they do cut and run. He’d tried once when he was younger, Cassie hadn’t beloved a damn word he’d said. From then on the stage had been set. You can only go so far without a soft place to fall before you self destruct. He knew he didn’t deserve something so great. Looking over at Ethan he took a breath that had been caught. Savior, hero and lover all wrapped into one. Knowing Ethan could hear his thoughts. “I love you.” Glances back at the lady ready to let go of the past and spend his future giving all he had to the man beside him.- (Pastor) The key to love is understanding … as it is the little things that say so much by themselves. The key to love is forgiveness …. to accept each others faults and pardon mistakes, The key to love is sharing … Sharing and acing your good fortunes as well as the bad, together; both conquering problems, forever searching for ways to intensify your happiness. The key to love is giving … Giving without thought of return, but with the hope of just a simple smile, and by giving in but never giving up. (E) [Smiles at your words, soaking it all in. It feels hot and Ethan reaches up to open the button on his jacket, mentally blaming it on the location, but he knows it’s nerves. He’s marrying the love of a lifetime and he’s in awe that such a special man wants to be his husband.] (Pastor) The key to love is respect … Respect realizing that you are two separate people, with different ideas; that you don’t belong to each other, that you belong with each other, and share a mutual bond. The key to love is inside us all … It takes time and patience to unlock all the ingredients that will take you to its threshold; it is the continual learning process that demands a lot of work, but the rewards are more than worth the effort and that is the key to love. {looks to the both of you with a smile} please face each other {looks to the both of them} would you like to speak your vows Ethan { faces him first} (E) [Ethan turns toward Dean and smiles a sincerely happy smile, hand tightening as he looks into sparkling clear green eyes. Dean has the kind of eyes that Ethan could lose himself in…and he does every day. Looking into those hues, today is no exception and the whole world falls away. All that is left is a fallen angel and a man that are so meant to be together and so intertwined that nothing can separate one from the other. Ethan clears his voice] Dean, I knew the minute I kissed you that very first time not so long ago, that my life would change. You give me a reason to face each new day not with dread but with excitement because I know you are by my side. [The angel raises their joined hands together and kisses each of Deans palms] I promise to be by your side for each sunrise and each sunset. To hold you close when you are scared and hurt. To protect you and stand beside you when you need to fight and try to fix this crazy world. To call you on all your bullshit when it gets to deep. [laughs lightly] But above all else, Dean Winchester…I promise to love you until my dying day. I love you, Babe. (D) -Standing toe to toe a full range of emotions passed over his features. Bitter sweet that anyone knowing his darkest secrets would or could love him like this. It was an incredibly humbling moment. Solemn he spoke.- I've got nothing to give that is worthy… All I know is that I can’t breathe without you. Come heaven or hell I will remain at your side. I love you Ethan and I want to be your husband. -Ethan was already wearing the wedding band he’d given him. Thumb grazed the smooth metal as he smiled up at him.- (Pastor) Dean please repeat after me “I Dean give you Ethan this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you.” {smiles widely} (D) -Clears voice.- I Dean, give you Ethan this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you. (Pastor) {smiles as I face Ethan} please Ethan repeat after me “I Ethan give you Dean this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you." (Image) (E) [Ethan reaches into his dress jacket pocket and pulls out Dean’s wedding band. With a smile, he places it on the ring finger of his left hand.] I Ethan give you Dean, this ring as an eternal symbol of my love and commitment to you. The design has significance to our love not only as a symbol but as a reminder. The smooth black of the ring symbolizes the darkness that we feel when we are apart and the two cables that run through it, symbolizes the strength that we have together and we strengthen the steel of the darkness. [He swallows hard as he raises his hand to wipe the tears away with his thumb and forefinger.] You are my strength. (Pastor) By the power vested in me by the Heavens, I now pronounce you husband and husband. (E) [With a smile that shows all over his face, he pulls Dean into his arms and kisses him as if his life depended on it. His hands cupping his face. In this one kiss was the promise of all the kisses to come.] (D) -Arms slipped around him, heated kiss.-

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coltwinchesterdsm · 2 years ago

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Bio in progress #DSM #Trident #ColtWinchester 08-17-22

Name: Dean Winchester Alias’: “Colt” Age: 38 Gender: Male Species: Human Birthdate: (01/24/77) Country of Origin: United States Birthplace: Lawerence, Kansas Ethnicity: White Past Occupation: Navy SEAL, mechanic, hunter and at times a cop Current Occupation: Co-Owns Blackwater Agency under pretenses of being a pilot and team leader. Language(s): English, Spanish and Arabic Religion: Doesn’t much believe in religion. – Background: Came from a family of hunters on his Mom’s side. His father and mother both hunted on occasion but managed to keep the family stable till she was killed in a hunt when Dean was young. His father became bitter and abusive after that. Dean took care of his younger brother Sam. Sam angry that Dean would not just leave their father and walk away with him led to Sam leaving. At seventeen he nearly beat Dean to death after finding out Dean had been raped by several members of the highschool football team he quarterbacked for. John was unable to accept his son couldn’t have stopped it. Dean spent three weeks in intensive care after the beating. John had scared even himself that day. Dean turned to the military where he enlisted as a mechanic. Wartime called for heavy deployment and Dean soon found himself front and center of it. His hunting skills proved extremely useful in combat moving him up the ranks in record time. His commanding officer told him he thought Dean should try for the teams. And that is what he did putting forth all his effort towards that one goal. During BUD’s Dean fell victim to assault again, the teams are hard you’re put through hell trying to toughen you up for capture and interrogation. His commanding officer took things way to far leaving Dean even more messed up than before. He never complained and the rest of the recruits had not been there so no one knew but he and Granger the guy who’d done it. Granger stayed on his ass trying to get Dean to quit which he wouldn’t pissing Granger off further. So anytime Granger could he disciplined Dean until it turned into something else entirely. Dean became extremely submissive to Granger which Granger took advantage of. Dean graduated BUD’s was picked up by the Teams and for at least the first couple of years stayed in a secret relationship with Granger until Granger ended it finding a younger version of Dean to prey on. During his last tour he was captured, an extraction went bad and their rendezvous had been compromised. Rescued eighteen days later by his unit lead by Ethan Knight, Colt retired from the teams suffering from severe mental trauma. They began a secret romance after that and eventually married. Ethan turned out to be his guardian angel of sorts. Arriving in a town called Rutherford that was experiencing weird anomaly that was best described as an aurora borealis look and feel. Colt and Ethan found it overrun with the walking dead. Something they’d never seen before. In and effort to free the last remaining survivors Dean was overrun and killed. Ethan in his grief disseminated the town with his angelic powers and then revived Colt only to discover that they’d been thrust into an altered reality with no way home. The two struggled with bouts of jealously and fights. – Education: High School Diploma, extensive military training, PADI certified instructor, NREMT certified paramedic. Licensed for a MPL pilot and commercial can operate rotorcraft and fixed winged. Weapons/Offensive equipment: You name it he can operate it. Transportation: Several vehicles – Recent pictures: Blood type: O Negative Height: 6 foot Weight: 185 Eye Color: Hazel Hair: (color and length) dirty blonde, short and spiked Skin: (Color/complexion) medium and freckled Shoe size: 11 Figure/build: Muscular – Distinguishing marks: -Tattoo(s): Tribal wings across his shoulder blades -Scars: four inch scar near the middle of his back. Danny’s name carved into his right shoulder. -Clothing style: Depends on his mood and activity. -Ethan’s name on his right hip. – Currently lives: Austin, Texas Living Arrangements: 500 Acres Ranch – Hobbies: Diving, flying, playing music and cooking among other things Strengths: Strong sense of duty to protect. Weaknesses: Impulsive and self destructive – Love interest(s): (Wife) Qhuinn (Former husband ) Danny Lorien Winchester, (former husband) Jake Valance Winchester, (former husband) Ethan Knight, (former fiancé) Chance Zaveri (former lover) Jason Hayes , (former lover) Asher Daniels , (former lover) Jo Harvelle A friend described Colt and Ethan’s marriage as “tumultuous” and that’s a very accurate description. But it was all filled with a tremendous amount of love that I don’t think will ever go away completely. They fought hard, loved hard and played hard. Both had faults and in the end neither could trust the other so they had to part ways. Colt always had a thing for Castiel, it was the blue eyes so innocent looking. He was smaller and even though an angel Colt felt the need to care for him. Castiel never returned such feelings and Colt accepted they would never be anything but friends. Colt met Jake one night in a club after getting a divorce. Jake was vibrant, sexy and fun loving. A one night deal turned into something much more. On vacation to be married Colt’s ex-husband showed up to confess he was still in love wanting to give it another go. Colt broke things off with Jake only to find out Ethan didn’t want him to even remain friends with Jake. Colt stood up to him and that was the end of that. The damage had been done but Jake took him back then Colt disappeared out of thin air for nearly a month without a word. He’d fled unable to handle the guilt and stress. After showing back up he found Jake to have others in his life and he didn’t begrudge him of it but he felt like he couldn’t make up for things so he tried to make it work knowing he wasn’t enough. During one of Jake and Colt’s wild threesomes came along Danny Lorien. Colt had been through stuff like this before and adding a third member to a relationship was hard. He’d suggested some rules to keep their heads clear etc but Danny found he couldn’t accept just friends with benefits from Jake and Colt. Colt and Danny began to talk more an more one thing led to another and they found themselves spending more time together than Colt was with Jake. Colt feeling like Jake would never give up others turned to Danny seeking love and marriage. But it appears they were both kidding themselves about being able to just be the two of them because Jake had left his mark on both of them. In the end it didn’t work out and Colt ended up with Ethan again then some lovers in between. Then he entered into a threesome relationship with Chance Zaveri and Jason Hayes to former SEAL buddies. That ship went down in flames Colt ended up seeking Danny out for friendship and advice. Colt however starting asking Danny to be with him again. Danny turned him down time after time till finally he said yes but ended not long after. Currently Colt is with Qhuinn Sexual Orientation: Bi – Dominant Hand: Right Diet: Anything good. Virgin?: Nope Drinker?: Yes Smoker?: Yes Drug user?: At times but if he’s using drugs then something is very wrong with him. Sure signs he’s in a tailspin. Other addictions?: Sex it’s a big one and creates a lot of trouble in his life. Adrenaline rushes. Pet peeves: Bossy women, snobs and uncleanliness. Personality: On the surface he’s usually pretty friendly but keeps the conversation light. Usually asking lots of questions about whoever he’s talking with because he likes to get to know people. Clams up when anyone starts asking questions about himself for the most part less it’s the usual stuff. He’d rather be in the back of the room watching the fun go on and see people happy than be in the forefront. He’s got serious trust issues and self hangups. To the casual observer he’s just a twisted playboy who likes to mindfuck people. Few know him for what he really is and even less than that give a damn and he knows that and has it burnt into his mind. He’s got a bad tendency to offer himself up on a platter in order not to be alone. The thought of having to be alone makes him break out into a cold sweat. He’s got demons he runs from all the time. He figures if he’s got up in someone else he’ll be to damn busy to have to deal with his own shit. You have a guy who’d give his life for a stranger without a second thought and a soul that feels like he isn’t worthy at all of any comfort or love. He’s openly gay now but he knows people see him as less of a man for it and it hurts. Daddy issues a mountain high, he’s the failed little solider wanting love from a man who can’t look beyond the disgust he see’s of his son that wasn’t strong enough. Colt’s sexuality stems from all this and became severely twisted and altered with the rapes. His longing for his fathers love leaves him wide open for any dominant male that steps in and takes his reigns. He longs for punishment and control because that’s the only treatment his father ever gave. Being told what to do and how to do it come normal as breathing for him and it makes him feel safe. Disposition: Caring and compassionate but always pushing the limits and trying to make people laugh. Likes: Details, playing guitar, singing and dancing. Doing things for the people he cares for. Dislikes: Laziness, bullies, people being mistreated in general. Motivations: Wants to settle down and live his life with Qhuinn and his kids. Morals: Depends on what’s going on. But making people feel good and seeing them happy causes him to do things that no one else would even consider doing. He doesn’t like being lied to and he hates lying himself but he will do it if it spares another’s feelings or softens a blow. Fears/Phobias: Being buried alive, being alone. Favorite food: seafood Mexican food Favorite drink: beer, Jack Daniels but has a Crown n’ Coke now and then Favorite color: black Favorite sport: Football Family: -Parents: John and Mary Winchester (His father’s alive in his dimension, mother died) -Siblings: Sam Winchester, his relationship with Sam was strong growing up but John’s constant abuse and heavy hand with Colt left Sam wanting to get them both away from him. Sam tried to get Colt to leave John. Colt told him he just couldn’t do that to John, Sam took off and cut ties with him. I think more out of not wanting to witness John’s abuse towards Colt. Colt always felt his father didn’t mean the shit he said and did. He saw John as hurting, mourning the lose of his wife. John would tell Colt he was just like his Mom and Colt figured that made him even more sad to have him around but he tried to be there for him. The stuff in high school though pretty much killed any hopes of things getting better. -Others close: Bobby Singer, Bobby died while on a hunt with Colt in his dimension when he was seventeen. Colt feels responsible for it. Bobby was like a real father would have been to him. Friends: Many although he has a knack for pissing them off so on any given day one my pop up out of the shadows. Offspring: Twins but his ex Jake has them and he hasn’t seen them since Jake/Zoey had them. He’s only told one person about the twins and that was Ethan. Alyson and Ian Winchester are their names. They were born 8/29/2001. It’s a subject he never broaches because it hurt’s to fucking much to think about it. Enemies: The list is long. Sexual kinks: Depends on the situation but he’s into heavy BDSM, he’s a masochist switch. Not much bother’s him but if he’s playing a submissive to someone he has be very careful who is taking those reigns. If not handled right he’ll end up mentally unstable and seek to hurt himself. As of late he’s more dominant than he’s ever been. In the past Colt had wanted a family badly and Jake had saw that. Castiel had offered to change Jake’s vessel into a female for a period of time to allow him to have Colt’s children. So for nearly a year Jake had been transformed into a beautiful brunette and bore a set up twins for Colt. One boy Ian and one girl Allison. Once Jake transformed back he disappeared with the twins fearing that Colt’s job would put them into danger. Colt searched for many years for the kids and Jake but was unable to find them. So he never spoke of them to his family and tried to reason that they were safer not being around him. Currently Colt and Qhuinn live at The Winchester Ranch located just outside Austin, Texas. Their base of operations is their firm BlackWater that acts as special ops group that helps with governments can’t go in and do a job. But they also hunt the other is a cover and pays the bills. They don’t want for anything. The Ranch sits on 500 acres of land and they have properties around the world as smaller offices. Colt was unlucky to enough to get played by an angel by the name of Anael, during their conversion he’d mentioned his kids. He’d told no one of except for Ethan about the twins and he thought he was just talking to a random chick who seemed nice. She offered him a deal to find the twins to him and bring them home. He turned her down knowing that it would put them in more danger. He’d gotten home that day and drink himself to sleep holding a photo Jake had given of them 18 years ago. John had found Colt passed out and saw the photo putting two and two together. The angel showed up at the ranch and John made the deal without Colt knowing. Now it’s just a matter of time before they are brought to the ranch, John having made good on his end of the deal. Sexual kinks: Depends on the situation but he’s into heavy BDSM, he’s a masochist switch. Not much bother’s him but if he’s playing a submissive to someone he has be very careful who is taking those reigns. If not handled right he’ll end up mentally unstable and seek to hurt himself. As of late he’s more dominant than he’s ever been. Some Major kinks: Watersports, Imprisonment, Odaxelagnia (Biting or Being Bitten) , Vampires, Anal Sex, Figging, Impact Play, Sensation Play, Deprivation, Breath Play, Begging, Collaring, Discipline, Cuckolding, Degradation, Dirty Talk, Face Slapping, Agrexophilia (Being seen or caught having sex) , Voyerurism, Group Sex, Triolism (two people of one sex, 1 of the other) 21+MCRP #DSM #RP @DSM_RP

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coltwinchesterdsm · 2 years ago

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Roleplay Rules - #Trident

1. Please do not post a tweet to storylines I'm involved with and you are not in the story. It messes up the replies and creates a space where we have two chains instead of one. 2. I'm not a fan of DM roleplay. I do it for the selective few in regard to sex, sensitive material etc but I'm /not/ going to do whole storylines in dm's. I'm here to write and read others' stories not hide out in dms where nothing can be read and then when you get on the timeline nothing makes sense because essential events have happened and there's no explanation. If I do roleplay in dm's those replies will be done when I have time, I won't put a priority on something that isn't even worth it to you to have on a timeline. 3. If all you want is sexual roleplay then be upfront about it, I like to write all kinds of things. But I'm /not/ the guy who's going to be posting dick pictures all day with no real storylines and just fucking in dms with no storyline. 4. Please don't ask me to put five of my own characters into your storyline when you only have one. If you're to lazy to create characters needed then ghost them or rewrite your storyline to make it work. 5. Storylines... to me a storyline is discussed prior to starting, a beginning, middle and ending needs to be outlined and any key elements that need to happen need to be added so that the authors can figure out how to make it flow right. For people I rp with a lot and we have good flow I probably won't require that but if it's more than two characters and/or I've never roleplayed with you then yeah I'm gonna want a game plan. Because to many times people want to roleplay but are /to lazy/ to do the research and make a game plan. Then I end up having to do it all and I'm sick of doing it so thus why I'm posting this. 6. I don't roleplay for the sake of a ship. There will always be a plausible background established, even for the raunchy and taboo accounts. Just the way I roll. 7. If you start roleplays with me and ditch the storyline's then don't expect me to mess with you anymore. My /time/ is valuable just as yours is and I make a serious effort to answer storylines first before I dick off. 8. DMing constantly, unless you're my mate back off. I get online and I get bombarded and then I'm stuck in dm's with stuff that could wait or be said in chat. If you have something important and by important I mean you need a character added to the lists, problems with another author or something that needs to be handled by staff or an owner then please leave your message @DSM_RP that is why the hub exists. And this way when our staff come online they can actually roleplay and not be constantly interrupted for no good reason. Common curtsy. 9. If you are not a member of #DSM and I've agreed to roleplay a storyline with you just be advised any site storylines take precedence. Why you ask? Because if people are dedicated enough to be a part of the site then they deserve for me to put in the work needed to keep storylines rolling. That being said I reserve the right to say /NO/ to anyone whether in the site or not. 10. I understand the term "Bio" means different things to different people. And how's it's used as well. So... let's talk about it. A one tweet pinned tweet that has maybe some warnings in it, your preference of what your sexual preference is etc isn't a bio. I get some don't realize that but it's /not/. Google Biography and take a look, it helps other writers and yourself. For those who show up wanting to roleplay to be your new best friend and you've never seen them before... Handing someone your bio that's ten pages long and expecting that person to suddenly know everything and be your buddy... it's rude dude. People have lost the art of building relationships and when I say relationships I'm not just talking about sexual, friendships take work as well. Not everyone can just magically click, doesn't work that way. I've had people I click well with and they change characters and I'm like yeah... I feel nothing for you. Building a character and relationships takes work. If you're not a part of DSM and you are interested please get ahold of the hub @DSM_RP and we'll be happy to work with you. You have to be 18years old and be able to write complete sentences and use punctuation. And if you have a disability let's say something like dyslexia or have issues with having seizures with gif's etc let us know. I'm completely understanding about those kinds of things. We aren't looking down on you or anything. We'll do our best to help and we can't help if we don't know. Also, very important, if English isn't your first language you need to let us know. I know English is a pain, but if we look at your tweets and you sound like a kid we might go wow okay yeah no. Our content is for adults only, with no exceptions. Underage people can band together and make their own sites and roleplay. So there you go. One last thing... if you are involved in group storylines and you come online blow off the six people waiting for your reply because you just want to hook up with every guy that comes along... don't get involved in the group storylines. It pisses us all off and just drags morale down. If you want to be a solo act then go right ahead just don't waste all our time waiting on you because you are not making the group a priority. And if you take on a lead role and all you want to do is dick off then at least be upfront about it in your bio. Put you're a solo writer or something so people don't waste time trying to roleplay with you when you have /no/ intentions of really roleplaying with them. Also, we will not force ships whether it's canon or not. Alright, thanks for reading this long-ass post. Hope we roleplay on one of my many accounts.-

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coltwinchesterdsm · 3 years ago

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-Security let him know Jody had arrived and he left behind what he was doing and made his way to greet her himself. Walking up he smiled.- Jody, welcome to Blackwater. You want to have a look around?

#NewEditionToBlackwater

@solvesupcrime #DSM #SPN #RP

-He stood in his office looking out over the city of Austin, so many things were changing. Hopefully for the better. His brothers from other dimensions were moving on doing their own things but lately he’d reconnected with a very dear old friend and hunter. Jody had retired from her job as a deputy sheriff and now was hunting cold cases in her retirement. After a lengthy conversation he knew she’d make a great addition to team. So tomorrow he’d set up a meeting with the former hunter to offer her a division within Blackwater to handle the cold case files and he planned on giving her the power to hire and fire whoever to her team she wanted. No one like cases slipping through the cracks but it was common knowledge they did and now Blackwater would help right some of those wrongs.

He was hoping with their resources she could recruit more hunters to the cause. Taking a drink of the whiskey in his glass he went through the paperwork on his desk that had been piling up. Getting everything organized he shut down his computer and on his way out the door his office light. Eager to get home to his new young wife.-

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coltwinchesterdsm · 3 years ago

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-After Sam had completed the spell they loaded up in the Impala and took off after Bela. Could they really free John from hell? He didn’t know but he was certainly going to try.-

#JohnsRessurection #DSM #SPN #RP

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Posting Order ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Dean Winchester - @DeanWinchester_ Sam Winchester - @YoungerBroSW John Winchester - @John_Winchestr Bela Talbot - @RenegadeThief Castiel - @DeansGuardian_

Colt: -He’d scarfed down a pizza while watching the night time medical romance while thinking the little nurse on the screen was hot. Gathering up the box he walked out of his room and headed for the kitchen. Sam was up with volumes of books stacked up on the table. Colt opened a beer and joined him at the table.- Dude it’s way past your bed time what are you working on now? -Guzzling the beer he sat back and burped.- :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Sam: [I sat on the chair and glanced through the pages. I’m trying very hard to ignore your lame comments. You were right about when you said I should be in bed. These past few months, I’ve been up late and I’ve been looking for anything that might bring our Dad back. I wasn’t trying to give you false hope, but I think I finally found a way. I turned to you with tired eyes.] You’re not going to believe it, but I think I found a way to bring Dad back. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: John: *John was stretched out again, hung horizonally by chains with hooks into his body at many different points. The hooks penetrated his muscles, stretching his skin, tendons and muscles, with blood constantly dripping from him from all the wounds the hooks made. A demon held one chain linked to all the other chains, and all she had to do was pull down or up to pull the stretched out chains out or in, producing more pain, mpre screaming. John just wanted it to end. How many days of this were they going to do to him?* ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Sam: [I pushed back my seat and got up. I took the book in my hand with the spell and followed you into the kitchen.] Colt, I mean it. Here’s the spell I found. [I took you by the arm gently and made you face me. I have given you the book to read.] :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Cas: -Castiel stood listening to Michael delegate responsibilities and give promotions. The mission was the same it had always been, save as many of Dad’s creations we could. My mind veered off the orders and thoughts of the Winchester’s came forth. Angels we’re giving their lives for the cause but so we’re the humans. Some much more than others. He wondered what Dean and Sam were up to, he’d rather be with them than here nowadays especially with all the internal fighting. Snapping out of his daydream he gathered the rest of his missions and vanish to Earth to complete them.- ::::::::::::::::::: Colt: Very fucking funny. -His mood looked sour now. Colt missed his father so much. He got up pissed and walked into the kitchen. He normally took Sammy pretty serious but this time, maybe he just couldn’t handle having hope again and it get squashed.- :::::::::::::::::::::: Sam: :::::::::::::::::::::: John: *John has lost track of time along time ago. He’d lost track of everything being in Hell. Body covered in wounds seeping with blood still. And all he had was hope his boys were working on a way to get him out of Hell. ALl he could do was wait for the next session of torture.* ::::::::::::::::::::: Cas: -The demons are always up to something it’s a given he was just having a hard time figuring it out this time around. Whatever they were doing though was leaving a trail of corpses. And most of them had been part of The Vatican. The Swiss Guard had been decimated, they were replacing them but over the year some of their ways had lost its original meaning like everything in the world the longer it went.- ::::::::::::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt gave Sam a look but started reading.- My Latins rusty but “anima cincinno” what is that roughly translated? Soul lock? I can’t make out the other… -As he kept reading his eyes widened.- Holy shit… we have most of this.. -The excitement riding in his voice as he looked up at Sam.- ::::::::::::::::::::::: Sam: [Out of habit, I gently held your arm in my hand. Waiting to hear your take on everything. ] The one thing we need to get is the Horcrux and I know only one person who could have it. I know she might not be your favourite person, but this is Dad we are talking about. [I had to :::::::::::::::::::::::: John: *John stood in the motelroom facsmile while he was still in Hell, reliving one of his worst days. When his dear friend and pastor, Caleb had had last words he never realized they were the last words they’d ever share. Much later after not speaking to each other, Caleb, was horrifcally killed by a demon while John heard every second of it, over his cellphone. He’d never forget it. And now the demons used it to torment him, in their effort to twist him into a demon himself.*

::::::::::::::::::::::: Cas: -Arriving in Rome, Castiel remained invisible as he stood on one of the roof tops over looking the vivacious city. The air was fresh, a rain had just came through and it made everything seem more alive. A rainbow arched in the sky he smiled. Most humans didn’t know what it meant anymore… It was a promise to them to never repeat an incident like the Great Flood when he wiped out most of humanity because they’d gone so far astray.- ::::::::::::::::: Colt: -He frowned knowing where this was going.- Sam, she’ll fuck us over just as sure as I’m a Winchester. -Sighs, runs a hand through his hair.- Alright then, you know where she is? ::::::::::::::::::::: Sam: I’m not saying to trust her Colt, but we can use her to our advantage. [I shook my head.] We need to find out that information. She’s been keeping it low since she’s been back. Can you do your magic? [I gently rubbed your arm and let go.] :::::::::::::::::::::: John: *The room had the stench of blood because the demons never bothered to mop up the blood that ell to the floor from all the captive people. John was on the rack again where they would torture him until he gave in, but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. His boys were going to rescue him. That’s what kept him going without going insane, without becoming twisted into a demon, which is what hell’s job was, for the most part. His cries reverbed off the walls as they sliced into him, torturing him. All he could was endure it.* :::::::::::::::::::: Sam: I’m not saying to trust her Colt, but we can use her to our advantage. [I shook my head.] We need to find out that information. She’s been keeping it low since she’s been back. Can you do your magic? [I gently rubbed your arm and let go.] ::::::::::::::: Cas: -He waited and watched, trying to make sure what was left of the guard remained protected. There were artifacts in the Vatican alone that could cause a lot of trouble out in the world if the demons got their hands on them.- ::::::::::::::::::: Colt: My magic? -Brow rose and shook his head.- I’ve got a bracelet of her’s that got left behind one night… -He wasn’t even gonna go into the details. Leaving he brought it back and handed it over to Sam.- Do a location spell on her and make it quick. Dad’s suffering down there.

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#NewEditionToBlackwater

@solvesupcrime #DSM #SPN #RP

-He stood in his office looking out over the city of Austin, so many things were changing. Hopefully for the better. His brothers from other dimensions were moving on doing their own things but lately he’d reconnected with a very dear old friend and hunter. Jody had retired from her job as a deputy sheriff and now was hunting cold cases in her retirement. After a lengthy conversation he knew she’d make a great addition to team. So tomorrow he’d set up a meeting with the former hunter to offer her a division within Blackwater to handle the cold case files and he planned on giving her the power to hire and fire whoever to her team she wanted. No one like cases slipping through the cracks but it was common knowledge they did and now Blackwater would help right some of those wrongs.

He was hoping with their resources she could recruit more hunters to the cause. Taking a drink of the whiskey in his glass he went through the paperwork on his desk that had been piling up. Getting everything organized he shut down his computer and on his way out the door his office light. Eager to get home to his new young wife.-

#DSM SPN RP

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-After his run in with Lisa and finding out Ben was his, not to mention the kid was off with the Ghostfacers he’d put all his manpower into finding Ben as quickly as possible. He had no idea what he’d say him because hell he hadn’t been told but even more than that he felt like Lisa had robbed him of the opportunity to do right by Ben. Pulling up outside the place Ben had last been spotted living he sat there a second and prayed for some guidance on how to handle all this. Getting out of the truck he walked up the run down house and knocked on the door.-

#DSM #ReunitedSons #TriggerWarnings #FindingHisWay

[Storyline With: @coltwinchesterdsm]

[My life was turned upside down and it was all thanks to my mother. She was beginning to date again and I wasn't happy with whom she was seeing. We had a big fight and I decided to move out and live my own life.

My mom kept this secret she hid from me all these years ago. She ended up telling me the truth about Colt being my real dad. I was only 14 and I didn't like the idea that she would take me away from my dad.

Maybe my life would have turned into something different. I began to rebel and I decided to join the Ghostfacers team. It took my mind off my problems.]

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coltwinchesterdsm · 4 years ago

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#GodsAndMonsters #DSM #SPN Part One

Written by @Dark_Torement & @DeanWinchester_

Colt: -The flight into Paris had been quick and painless, on the ground a six man team deployed to move into the underground catacombs. There had been abnormal activity on the dark web, a purchase of a “tablet” had been bought and they couldn’t find out what it really was or who had bought it. The cost in the trillions of dollars. Something major was going down but they had no real idea what it was but chatter had brought them here. They had gotten unlimited access from the French Government disguised as scientists and engineers that would provide structural design improvements to ensure the catacombs would never collapse.

Rolling in the “equipment” and left to their own devices they set out descending down into the tunnels.- ::::::::::: Angel: *Reaper didn’t know how twitchy he had become, until he was aboard the plane to Pairs. Something settled inside of him when the wheels lifted off the ground. This is what he was born to do. Not sit on the sidelines, have a normal life. He was made for war, fighting. His flesh tingled at the thought of what might await them on the ground. Some monster? A fucked up crazy ass that needed to be put down? He flexed his large hands, itching to get a weapon into them. He wanted to shed some blood of some fuckers. And he would do it with a smile on his face. Yeah he was as crazy as they came. And he was fucking proud of it.

He wanted to laugh, him trying to pass as something he wasn’t. Yeah that never went well. But it was just to get them in.

The descent into the tunnels, it was cooler down here. It smelt musty to him. What crazy fucker would want to come into this shit? *weapons strapped to his wide thighs, knives in each heavy boot, a 9 mm on each hip and across his body. He felt better to be ready for anything. He smirked at Colt.* Let’s go find the party.

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Colt: Thrill-seekers for one, morbid lovers, over the years there have been all kinds of people come through here. -The air began to get colder the deeper they went and damper, people could get lost and die down here it made the hairs on the back of Colt’s neck stand up.- There are all kinds of rumors associated with this place, people believe all these bones draw in power from death and make things happen here. I guess we’ll find out, do you sense anything Angel? -Glances over as they walk, angels had powers they made the technology of humans look trival.-

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*Angel, rolled his eyes. Some humans weren’t the brightest. Dabbling in shit you knew nothing about. Got you into trouble. Shit like that was like fucking quick sand. Before they knew it, they would eye balls deep in shit and need their asses saving.

Angel listened, as Colt talked. He could the souls that passed through this place.

The skulls lined the walls, the deeper they went, hollowed out stone greeted them.* Fucked up shit. *he replied, as he they walked deeper. Angel locked his powers away most days. On occasions he would let them out. Today was one of those days. He let his eyes drift closed. Relaxing his body, he could feel his powers filling his body. Reaching out in search of what lay beyond them, what laid in the darkest corners, for none to find. But all would be shown.

As his powers reached, like tendrils of smoke, hidden from human eyes, creeping and filling every corner and hallway. Seeping into the cracks, deep into the bed rock and towards the earth, reaching and expanding high above.

The beating of hearts, the breathing without heart beats. Angel, pulled to a stop. His large hand resting on Colt’s arm. Something old and dark lay sleeping beneath the earth. Slowly Angel opened his eyes. A sliver band glowed around his black pupil. Flickering his gaze to Colt.* Evil and darkness sleep beneath the ground we walk. It’s fucking dangerous. If that thing wakes up, all in this city are gone. There are ten heart beats. Those are the assholes playing with fire. There are many without heart beats. They have deep hunger for flesh. There are things here that will make a normal human shit themselves. We have to watch our asses. *a smirk crawled along his lips.* The party is really going to be bloody. :::::::::::::::::::::::: Colt: -Pulled up short by Angel, Colt listened taking a deep breath “awesome” what’s a little death and mayhem.- Can you tell which direction? We’ll take out the assholes before said monster wakes up. -Least that was the plan.- :::::::::::::::::::::::: Angel: •Angel, let his powers once again push out. Brushing up against the first fucked up creature.* Follow this tunnel half a mile. Turn to right, go for another half a mile. They are at the end. It’s a fucking long tunnel. It will open up to the first dome like junction. They spread out from there. The deeper from there you go. The closer you get to the sleeping one and the ten heart beats. •Angel grinned wide, he loved to kill. It made his whole body tingle. Oh he was going to love sending each of these fuckers to hell. Angel moved, taking point Colt had a family, these men had a family. And he would be damn if any of them not come out of here alive. He looked back to the Colt and the few men they had with them.• Any of you get in a fucking tight spot, you call for me. •He wasn’t playing. Without a word, he started down the tunnel. Gun at the ready. Anyone of those fuckers could come this way. Even being mindless, he wouldn’t let them fucking pass.• ::::::::::::::::::::: Colt: -The groups moved down the darkened corridors wearing night vision, it was still hard to see and claustrophobic but they trooped on. The air was damper as they went following Angel down into the maze.- ::::::::::::::::::: Angel: *Angel, lead them the scent of rotting flesh filled the air as they turned the corner. He could actually taste death on his tongue. The darkness seemed to move like a slow moving body. It breathed and pulsed. Letting his powers come forward. Eyes adjusting to the darkness. The shuffling of feet, groans of death could be heard. Angel looked at the men behind him.* One shot, one kill. *he wouldn’t fuck around. Angel dropped his gun, letting it hang off his side. Reaching down and taking two long Rambo knives from his thighs. He wouldn’t risk a shot hitting the men behind him. Flipping the long knives along his forearms.

Four dead walking came into view. Angel’s eyes glowed with a purple ring. A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest. The flesh hung from the bodies. Weeping, pus filled wounds dotted their bodies. drool hung from their mouths. Angel popped behind one in the middle. Flipping the blades, across the fuckers neck he sliced hard a fast. Taking the bastards head clean off. Blood spurt from the dead’s neck. Showering Angel. With speed, Angel, shoved up hard into the head of another. The Reaper, came out. As move dead poured from the corners. Reaper, spoke.* More coming, watch your backs! Light it up boys! *his cackle echoed around the walls. He was in his moment, he felt alive.*

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#GodsAndMonsters #DSM #SPN Part One

Written by @Dark_Torement & @DeanWinchester_

Colt: -The flight into Paris had been quick and painless, on the ground a six man team deployed to move into the underground catacombs. There had been abnormal activity on the dark web, a purchase of a “tablet” had been bought and they couldn’t find out what it really was or who had bought it. The cost in the trillions of dollars. Something major was going down but they had no real idea what it was but chatter had brought them here. They had gotten unlimited access from the French Government disguised as scientists and engineers that would provide structural design improvements to ensure the catacombs would never collapse.

Rolling in the “equipment” and left to their own devices they set out descending down into the tunnels.- ::::::::::: Angel: *Reaper didn’t know how twitchy he had become, until he was aboard the plane to Pairs. Something settled inside of him when the wheels lifted off the ground. This is what he was born to do. Not sit on the sidelines, have a normal life. He was made for war, fighting. His flesh tingled at the thought of what might await them on the ground. Some monster? A fucked up crazy ass that needed to be put down? He flexed his large hands, itching to get a weapon into them. He wanted to shed some blood of some fuckers. And he would do it with a smile on his face. Yeah he was as crazy as they came. And he was fucking proud of it.

He wanted to laugh, him trying to pass as something he wasn’t. Yeah that never went well. But it was just to get them in.

The descent into the tunnels, it was cooler down here. It smelt musty to him. What crazy fucker would want to come into this shit? *weapons strapped to his wide thighs, knives in each heavy boot, a 9 mm on each hip and across his body. He felt better to be ready for anything. He smirked at Colt.* Let’s go find the party.

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Colt: Thrill-seekers for one, morbid lovers, over the years there have been all kinds of people come through here. -The air began to get colder the deeper they went and damper, people could get lost and die down here it made the hairs on the back of Colt’s neck stand up.- There are all kinds of rumors associated with this place, people believe all these bones draw in power from death and make things happen here. I guess we’ll find out, do you sense anything Angel? -Glances over as they walk, angels had powers they made the technology of humans look trival.-

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*Angel, rolled his eyes. Some humans weren’t the brightest. Dabbling in shit you knew nothing about. Got you into trouble. Shit like that was like fucking quick sand. Before they knew it, they would eye balls deep in shit and need their asses saving.

Angel listened, as Colt talked. He could the souls that passed through this place.

The skulls lined the walls, the deeper they went, hollowed out stone greeted them.* Fucked up shit. *he replied, as he they walked deeper. Angel locked his powers away most days. On occasions he would let them out. Today was one of those days. He let his eyes drift closed. Relaxing his body, he could feel his powers filling his body. Reaching out in search of what lay beyond them, what laid in the darkest corners, for none to find. But all would be shown.

As his powers reached, like tendrils of smoke, hidden from human eyes, creeping and filling every corner and hallway. Seeping into the cracks, deep into the bed rock and towards the earth, reaching and expanding high above.

The beating of hearts, the breathing without heart beats. Angel, pulled to a stop. His large hand resting on Colt’s arm. Something old and dark lay sleeping beneath the earth. Slowly Angel opened his eyes. A sliver band glowed around his black pupil. Flickering his gaze to Colt.* Evil and darkness sleep beneath the ground we walk. It’s fucking dangerous. If that thing wakes up, all in this city are gone. There are ten heart beats. Those are the assholes playing with fire. There are many without heart beats. They have deep hunger for flesh. There are things here that will make a normal human shit themselves. We have to watch our asses. *a smirk crawled along his lips.* The party is really going to be bloody. :::::::::::::::::::::::: Colt: -Pulled up short by Angel, Colt listened taking a deep breath “awesome” what’s a little death and mayhem.- Can you tell which direction? We’ll take out the assholes before said monster wakes up. -Least that was the plan.- :::::::::::::::::::::::: Angel: •Angel, let his powers once again push out. Brushing up against the first fucked up creature.* Follow this tunnel half a mile. Turn to right, go for another half a mile. They are at the end. It’s a fucking long tunnel. It will open up to the first dome like junction. They spread out from there. The deeper from there you go. The closer you get to the sleeping one and the ten heart beats. •Angel grinned wide, he loved to kill. It made his whole body tingle. Oh he was going to love sending each of these fuckers to hell. Angel moved, taking point Colt had a family, these men had a family. And he would be damn if any of them not come out of here alive. He looked back to the Colt and the few men they had with them.• Any of you get in a fucking tight spot, you call for me. •He wasn’t playing. Without a word, he started down the tunnel. Gun at the ready. Anyone of those fuckers could come this way. Even being mindless, he wouldn’t let them fucking pass.• ::::::::::::::::::::: Colt: -The groups moved down the darkened corridors wearing night vision, it was still hard to see and claustrophobic but they trooped on. The air was damper as they went following Angel down into the maze.- ::::::::::::::::::: Angel: *Angel, lead them the scent of rotting flesh filled the air as they turned the corner. He could actually taste death on his tongue. The darkness seemed to move like a slow moving body. It breathed and pulsed. Letting his powers come forward. Eyes adjusting to the darkness. The shuffling of feet, groans of death could be heard. Angel looked at the men behind him.* One shot, one kill. *he wouldn’t fuck around. Angel dropped his gun, letting it hang off his side. Reaching down and taking two long Rambo knives from his thighs. He wouldn’t risk a shot hitting the men behind him. Flipping the long knives along his forearms.

Four dead walking came into view. Angel’s eyes glowed with a purple ring. A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest. The flesh hung from the bodies. Weeping, pus filled wounds dotted their bodies. drool hung from their mouths. Angel popped behind one in the middle. Flipping the blades, across the fuckers neck he sliced hard a fast. Taking the bastards head clean off. Blood spurt from the dead’s neck. Showering Angel. With speed, Angel, shoved up hard into the head of another. The Reaper, came out. As move dead poured from the corners. Reaper, spoke.* More coming, watch your backs! Light it up boys! *his cackle echoed around the walls. He was in his moment, he felt alive.*

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New York Blackwater Headquarters

#blackwater

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New York Blackwater Headquarters

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coltwinchesterdsm · 4 years ago

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#RomeHoneymoon Part One #DSM #SPN #BDB #RP

Written by @OutcastBrother & @DeanWinchester_

Qhuinn: My alarm woke me earlier than usual. I slipped off @DeanWinchester_ carefully before gathering things up to pack. I didn't want him to know where we were going yet, but I needed him to see if we can use his plane. It was a long flight, and I wanted to have fun with my husband On the way there. Smirking to myself, feeling a possessive need for marking my male, I laid down the shirt that I had gotten him and an over shirt just in case it was cold. Packing a few outfits, I figured it was time to wake him up. So I leaned down and kissed his lips softly "Colt, wake up baby. We need to leave..." :::::::::::::::: Colt: -Tired he opened his eyes the stuff with Jake had him really depressed the last few days and all he wanted to do was sleep more. Wiping his eyes he focused on Qhuinn.- What's up baby? :::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "You need to get dressed baby, I have your outfit ready. We're going on a honeymoon baby...spending a little time together." I told him, I stroked his cheek softly. ::::::::::::::: Colt: -Wiping his eyes again he sat up on the side of the bed.- Where are we going? :::::::::::: Qhuinn: "That's the thing...because of the fireball in the sky...think we can use your plane?" I asked as I sat next to him. If not, then we can figure out another way to get there. However I'm not telling you specifically where we're going." :::::::::::::::: Colt: -Looks at him.- Yeah sure but the pilot needs to know specifics for the flight plan and refueling. :::::::::::::: Qhuinn: I nodded and leaned in to kiss his lips. "Now get dressed, I'll handle everything when we get that." I handed his clothes, and the cock ring. "Get dressed, everything is packed and ready." ::::::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt got dressed, not something he'd normally wear but he kinda figured there was a theme to this so he chose a pair of leather pants and put the shirt on. Grabbing a couple things he pulled on a jacket over the shirt and zipped it up.- :::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: I got my bags, and Colt's. "Let people know you'll be gone for a few weeks, if not a month." I told him as I carried them to the front door. I was excited I could surprise him. :::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt decided he’d send a text later, he wasn’t up to talking at the moment as they left.- :::::::::::::: Qhuinn: Arriving to the airport Colt lead us to, I hurried on the plane to talk to the pilot and explained where we were going. He told me that he needed Colt's permission to leave, and I smiled softly. "Just don't tell him where we are going...please." He nodded and I went to get him. ::::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt helped get their bags onboard and he shook Gary’s hand. As the plane pulled out of the hanger he sat beside Qhuinn.- You aren’t going to tell me where we’re going? :::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "Nope, just that we have a long flight ahead of us and be glad we have passports." I reached to grab his hand, waiting for our flight to take off, I wanted to have a bit of airborne fun with my husband. ::::::::::::: Colt: -Fingers lace with his. Small smile as he looks over at him.- You’re full of surprises. :::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "Oh baby, you have no idea." I leaned into his ear and nipped it softly. "I'm going to make you beg for me on this plane...but you cannot come until we get to where we're going. This trip is just us, no barriers, no pretending, no walls." :::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt looks over at him.- Is that how you see me? Barriers and pretending? -Colt was very guarded but with good reasons, he’d been fucked over more times than he could count and he to this day doubted when anyone told him they loved him.- ::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "Barriers, definitely. Pretending that you are stronger when you're on the brink with out a doubt." I admitted, looking at him. "This trip will hopefully let you be free with me, that and I want to be alone with my husband for a little bit." ::::::::::::::::: Colt: I don’t know what to say to that. I am how I am. :::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "This is true. And I love you for that." I brought his hand up to my lips and placed a soft kiss to his skin, until the pilot told us it was safe to move about the plane. "Do you want to have a little fun on the plane?" I asked. :::::::::::::: Colt: Is that why I’m dressed like a gay boy nightclub guru? -Teasing him a bit.- :::::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: Eyes darken. "Yes. Besides, I fucking love showing your body, and my marks." I slipped my hand over his thigh and skirted my fingers along his cock slowly. "So...yes or no?" ::::::::::::::::: Colt: When have I ever been able to tell you no? -Eyes close, the leather fit snug and it was thin enough he could feel his fingers glide along teasing.- :::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "True." I said as I continued to tease his length within the leathers. "Is there an attendant on this plane? Or are we completely alone besides the pilot?" :::::::::::::: Colt: No attendant, short notice. Co-pilot though. What are you up to? :::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "You...me...naked and making love on this plane." I answered as I unzipped his leathers and tugged out his cock and began a lazy stroke. "We don't have to rush, or hide...so I can tease you for hours." :::::::::::::: Colt: -Hands clenched the arm rests, eyes on Qhuinn as he teased his cock. The sensation of foreskin going back and forth had him hard.- Whatever you want love, I want to please you completely. -Leans over to kiss him.- :::::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: I kissed his lips, my free hand cupped the back of his neck as I continued a slow stroke before my thumb began to tease his slit. He was fucking gorgeous. ::::::::::::::: Colt: -It was getting hot and unzipped and took off his jacket kissing Qhuinn back. Whispering.- Can I touch you? ::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "Yes." I released his cock to stroke his nipples against the mesh of the shirt he was wearing, I was happy about my choice of shirt for him. Colt looked very good in fishnets. :::::::::::::::: Colt: -He just sat there a minute and enjoyed the rough material rub against his sensitive nipples before slipping out of the chair and getting on his knees in front of Qhuinn. He slipped his hands up under his shirt to rub his hard body.- Can I take your clothes off? :::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "Keep the shirt on you." I said huskily before stripping my shirt, and opened my legs to give him enough room to strip me of clothing. ::::::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt undid his belt and unzipped him. Taking his boots and socks off he peeled off the rest of his clothes and put the pants to the side.- ::::::::::::: Qhuinn: I parted my thighs even more and rested my arms behind my head as I gave Colt the freedom he wanted. I licked my lips, "Lick me Colt..." :::::::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt bowed his head and held Qhuinn in his hand and sliding his lips over his tip putting pressure on it as he went down.- ::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: I gasped and closed my eyes as I enjoy his mouth wrapped around me. My thighs tightened, fighting the urge to slide into his mouth and fuck his throat. :::::::::::::::: Colt: -Qhuinn was changing his life for the better and he intended to enjoy it. As they landed in Rome a new adventure had begun.- :::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: Arriving in Rome, I enjoyed the look of surprise on Colt's face. Now we were in the hotel and the sun was beginning to rise. I was dead fucking tired, but I was going to stay up with Colt, so he could enjoy some of Italy during the day. :::::::::::::::::: Colt: -Leaning back against him looking out over the city.- It’s beautiful thank you for this. I could use the break. :::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: Smiles and nuzzles his neck. "I'm glad you enjoy my surprise vacation." I kissed his temple. "I'm sorry I cant explore the city during th day with you." :::::::::::::: Colt: I’m not worried about it. Just spending time with you is what matters to me. It hasn’t exactly been easy for us. You must me tired. Get some rest. -Turns around and hugs him tight.- :::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: Leans down and kisses his lips softly. "I am exhausted, but what about you?" ::::::::::::::::: Colt: I'm tired as well. I'm pretty much on your schedule now. ::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: Nods and picks Colt up before carrying him to our king size bed before dropping him playfully before pouncing on him. ::::::::::::::: Colt: -Looks up at him as he kicks his boots off.- Somebody got their wind. :::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "With you, I'm always revved up." Chuckles. :::::::::::: Colt: I know the feeling. Just having you near gets me hot. -Reaches out taking his hand and tugging him down atop of him.- :::::::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: Kisses his lips greedily, stroking his sides as I slip between those thighs. "I can't get enough of you..." :::::::::::::: Colt: Good thing you can have whatever you want then. ::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "I want you to ride me Colton...take your pleasure from me." ::::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt looked up at his beefy husband and groaned. Not an ounce of fat on him. That dark hair that trailed into his leathers made him break out into a sweat. Getting up he stripped off and got the lube because without he would be in bed for the next couple days recovering. As his lover undressed Colt kissed his back, ghosting his lips over the scaring that bore his name. As Qhuinn laid back Colt opened the bottle and rubbed his coating coating it good. Turning his back to Qhuinn he straddled him. Doing it so his husband had a good view of his penetration. Rubbing against the slick, thick cock his hole shimmered against the small light in the room. Holding Qhuinn steady, eyes on his he slowly impelled himself on Qhuinn.- :::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: I held onto his hips as he pushed me inside of him after lubing us up. My hand rested kn his shoulder and pushed into him with a growl. "Fuck....so sexy..." ::::::::::::::: Colt: -Muscles beneath the skin, hands go back bracing on his hips as he begins to ride him. Hips circle then a sharp downward thrust setting a rhythm that had his heart racing and his own cock beating against his stomach.- ::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: I matched his rhythm with my own. He felt so fucking tight around me, it was unbelievable considering how often I'm driving into him. I put my arms behind my head and watched my husband ride me as if this was his last ride. ::::::::::::::::::: Colt: -Reaching down he rubbed their balls together. Eyes closing as sweat rolls down his spine. It didn’t take long for the orgasm to hit. Deep and strong it radiated through his body sending warm cum into the air peppering the sheets.- ::::::::::::: Qhuinn: Fucking hell, I pushed my husband carefully on all fours as I kept us together and I began to thrust inside of him, I started a slow pace before speeding it up. :::::::::::::: Colt: -Fisting the sheets he looks back. It was deja vu with so much clarity.- Come on baby, stop holding back I need you. :::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: I growled and pushed Colt completely on the bed and pressed my body against his as I thrust harder and faster. My body pinning his down on the bed, and the smell of gunpowder filled the room as I bonded with my male like always. "Mine!" I snarled. ::::::::::::::::: Colt: -Qhuinn’s aggression always did it for Colt, hot and sweaty cum mingled between them he was loving it.Qhuinn could make him forget all his responsibilities and live in the moment.- ::::::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: I gripped the sheets next his head on both sides and used it for leverage as I fucked into the male beneath me, running my nose up his throat. "I fucking love how you feel under me..." I whispered huskily against his ear. ::::::::::::::::: Colt: -The whisper made him shutter, Qhuinn was his dream guy. He never thought he’d be taken like this again or feel small anymore. But Qhuinn had changed it all.- You’re my everything... -Kissing him he poured his heart and soul into it.- ::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "You're mine Colt...." I told him before I kissed him back, giving him everything I am. Every inch of my battered, damaged heart, bruised splintered soul. Everything was open and bare for Colt to take. ::::::::::::::: Colt: -As the kiss finally broke.- I’m starving, I bet you are too. ::::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "Very much so." I nipped his ear. "Let's put on boxers, order breakfast then crash. Tonight we can tour the city." ::::::::::::::::::: Colt: Works for me. Call me a cliche but I want chocolate and cherries. I’m gonna take a shower. -Smacks his bare ass and slips into the huge bathroom and gets under the water scrubbing down.- ::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: Laughs and shakes my head at my husband and calls down for room service, ordering his chocolate cherries, while I had the strong urge for chocolate and bacon. :::::::::::::: Colt: -Not covered in cum anymore he emerges with a towel around his hips. Warm droplets of water on his body as he grabs a water from the mini fridge and does it.- ::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "The food will be here soon. I'm going to go shower." I steal the towel off his hips before slapping his ass. "I fucking hope that you can still feel me deep inside of you, especially when you answer the door." ::::::::::::: Colt: Think if we ask the delivery guy nicely he’ll stick around to watch us go at it again? ::::::::::::: Qhuinn: Laughs hard, "Ask them baby, offer a generous tip." I walk into the shower and steps under the hit spray. :::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt was kinky like that his husband better watch out.- ::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: Pokes my head out, "But hey, remember what I said will happen if they touch you." :::::::::::::: Colt: -Puts on a pair of clean underwear. Knock at the door. Colt gets his wallet and opens the door and tips the guy and puts the cart inside. He smelt steak. Lifting lids he cut off a piece eating it.- :::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: I come put a few minutes later without anything on, and sits next to Colt, smiles softly at him. "Good food?" I asked as I grabbed my bacon and chocolate. ::::::::::::::: Colt: I Didn’t realize how hungry I was. Bacon and chocolate huh? -Smiles as he leans in to kiss him.- ::::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "Every once in awhile I crave them since my transition." Shrugs and leans in to kiss him back before offering the salty sweet strip of meat. :::::::::::::: Colt: Transition? -Takes a bite and chewing it.- :::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "Transitioned into a vampire. I'm only thirty Colt." Chuckles. "About five years ago, I transitioned into a Vampire." ::::::::::::::: Colt: Wait. I thought you were born a vampire. -Looking a little confused.- ::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "When we're born, we're born human. Around our twenty-fifth birthday, our vampire blood kicks in and turns us into the big brute you see before you. Before then, it looks like we don't go through puberty." ::::::::::::::: Colt: So I’d have been able to hold you down a few years ago... damn I feel old as hell now. ::::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: Laughs and kisses his lips. "Not old. Perfect." :::::::::::::: Colt: Says the guy who’s younger. -Chuckles.- I robbed the cradle. ::::::::::::: Qhuinn: Grins wickedly. "You're my silver fox. Besides, I rocked you on the bed, and I haven't heard a complaint." ::::::::::::: Colt: I can’t disagree there but Dean calls Jake that. -Stands.- Please don’t call me that. -Walks over to the mini bar.- Want something to drink? ::::::::::::: Qhuinn: I stand up and walk over to Colt and tugs him in my arms. "I'm sorry Colton..." I whispered softly, "Those words will never enter my thoughts again." I lost the happy mood I was in because I hurt Colt. ::::::::::::: Colt: -He turned and looked at him.- It’s okay I know you didn’t know. Just I want us to us, not clouded with anything else. They got their time alone and I want my time with you. Every relationship I have gets destroyed, I can’t keep anyone in my life. Not for just me. I need this, I need /us/. This ole man has been through the ringer one to many times. You’re my last hope for love and something lasting. There won’t be another lover or husband if I loose you. I’m done. I just can’t take anymore. :::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: I rest my head against his, and closed my eyes as he talked to me. Slowly, I opened my eyes. "You're it for me. I'm not going to lose you, and you're not going to lose me. Not if I have any say. I love you, I'd fucking rather RIP my heart from my chest then to let you walk Out on me, or walking out on you. Hear me now. I. Am. Yours. You're. Mine." I cupped his face, and stared into his green eyes. "I'm not going anywhere willingly. If I do, I'll go with you, even in the depths of the Dhund, or hell in your lexicon." :::::::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt looked at him and breathed a sigh of relief.- Then we’re on the same page. I know we made promises to Dean and Jake and we’ll keep the promises to them but I just needed to know you and I are permanent. Because I can guarantee my life is nuts and I don’t want to loose you because of that. As long as I know we’re solid I’m good. ::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "Our life, me and you has no bearing on the other two. What we do is seperate from them. We can keep the promise. Only /you/ have me body, mind, and soul. As well as my heart." I kissed his forehead before kissing down to his lips. "It's you and me for eternity." :::::::::::::::: Colt: -He put his arms around him and held him tight.- I love you. ::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "I love you too." Holds him close, nuzzles his neck. :::::::::::::::: Colt: Are you tired? -Runs fingers through his hair.- ::::::::::: Qhuinn: Nods against his neck. "Very." I placed a soft kiss on his neck. "Sleep with me?" :::::::::::::: Colt: Of course. -Pulling the covers down for him.- :::::::::::: Qhuinn: I slip under the covers and held my arms open for him. "Sleep on top of me this time." :::::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt shit the lights off and laid down beside him. Head on his chest and leg thrown over his waist.- Night my love. :::::::::::::: Qhuinn: I held him close to me and I kissed his head and snuggled close. "I love you so much." ::::::::::: Colt: I love you more. -Fingers caress his chest.- ::::::::::::::: Qhuinn: "I love you the most." I whispered softly.

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#TurnUpTheHeat #DSM #SPN #BDSM #RP

Written by @DeanWImpala79 & @DeanWinchester_

Colt: -Immersed, bent over the workbench running a board along the saw cutting the oak down he stacked the piece on the pile to his side. He had it in his head what we was making for the kids for Christmas so he was getting things ready to go. This was a good start he knew he'd have time to get it all done. He had an idea for Jake as well but he'd already knew he'd have to be careful or his people would know what he was doing. Picking up the blower he sent the saw dust off the table and blew out his saw then sent the dust out of the barn work area just to make sure there wasn't a build up. Under the right circumstances the saw dust could ignite and he wasn't taken any chances with the horses down the way. Rolling up the cords he put his gloves and safety glasses down on the bench and turned the overhead light off. Checking the horses water he walked out and headed up to the house dusting himself off. Once inside he grabbed a shower and went to find Dean.- :::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Dean was in the kitchen, rinsing off his plate that held his second slice of pumpkin pie for the afternoon. After yesterday’s family meal, his mind was already thinking ahead to the future, trying to figure out what he should get everyone. He wasn’t used to this and he needed time to consider what he would get them.

Letting out a surprising demure burp, he jogged up the stairs to the main bedroom and slipped off his socks and shoes. He’d been trying to do more research on Blackwater so he’d be abreast of their history and operation details. He picked up a folder full of news articles discussing how it was founded and speculation about why it was so wildly successful and started thumbing through them to find where he had left. ::::::::::::::::::: Colt: -Hair still wet from his shower he ducked his head seeing Dean.- Hey you busy? :::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Tilts his head to the side, pretending to think and trying not to seem too overly excited at the sight of water dripping down Colt’s body* Depends on who’s asking. For you? Never. :::::::::::::: Colt: -Goofy ass smile hits the frame with his hand.- Come on then wanted to show you something. :::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Slides the articles back into the folder for another day and rolls off the bed.* Fine, fine. Where we going? ::::::::::::::::: Colt: Not far. You got a hot date with that folder or something? -Teasing grin.- :::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Pops his ass, turning around to walk backwards so he can’t smack him back* Or something. :::::::::: Colt: Smartass. -Laughs.- Just figured we got a free minute alone... -Eyes smolder with a barely contained fire, he wanted him bad and it wasn't easing up a bit.- ::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Takes in a sharp breath at the intense look and stops walking to place a hand over Colt’s crotch, squeezing gently.* Damn. Just a minute? You must be getting old if that’s all you need. ::::::::::::::::::: Colt: -Stops short when Dean gripped him tight. Closing his eyes a minute then opens them. Eye to eye he leaned in and bit his bottom lip tenderly.- Figure of speech. You keep this up we'll never make it downstairs and all our house guests will get a very real life porno right here in the hallway. ::::::::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Circles his thumb, feeling the outline of his shaft before pulling his hand away and placing a kiss on Colt’s lips* Well, only because you asked so nice. What’s downstairs? ::::::::::::::: Colt: -Fuck. Colt had to take a second to come back from heaven. Taking a deep breath.- Few things. -Taking his hand leading him downstairs. Stopping at the first door with a keycode and scanner. Punching in the numbers, then presses his thumb over the scanner in a few seconds the door opens to reveal the walkway. Colt leads him down the staircase and waits to see his reaction. This was just the beginning there were multiple rooms.-

::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Follows behind him, hair standing up on edge in anticipation. As he entered the room, his eyes bounced all along the walls. He’d had no idea all of this existed beyond the door* Holy . . . Wow . . . ::::::::::::::: Colt: Figured since you were sticking around there shouldn't be any secrets... -Walking him through each room.- ::::::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Dean took his time looking over each room, occasionally stopping to let a hand brush along a toy on the wall or longer on one of the metallic surfaces. The rooms have off a mixture of danger and excitement, but the cold metal also made him think of a hospital procedure room. He eyed the cages and the prison cell, mind racing with possibilities.

Just when he started to wonder what would be around the next corner, he saw a large, soft bed and a shower big enough for the entire household. It almost seemed out of place down here, but it comforted him in a way, knowing there was a place to relax. He bit his lips, unable to stop his voice from deepening with desire* I might not ever want to leave here.

:::::::::::::::::::::: Colt: Wouldn't really have too, tucked away is a small kitchen down the hall. I haven't really did much with things because honestly I've never really used all this. :::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Bumps his shoulder* At least we wouldn’t starve down here, huh? *Leads him back over to one part of the secret rooms and points* What are these for?

:::::::::::: Colt: Whipping, but you could think up alot more I'm sure of it. Could be for humiliations as well. Depends on what you're in to. ::::::::::::: Cowboy: Yeah, I’m sure I could think of a lot things for that. *Sucks in his bottom lip, wiggling his eyebrows* Where have you thought about me down here? Come on, show me where you’ve pictured me being. :::::::::::::::::::: Colt: -Laughs- Be easier to point out what I haven't thought of. But alright, don't think it will be as exciting as you think. -Taking his hand back to the main room and sit's in the chair. Points to the soft rug right in front of the chair.- Right here, naked and kneeling.

:::::::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Bends over to press a ghost of a kiss to Colt’s lips, unbuckling his jeans. He steps back and starts to strip, peeling off each layer of clothing and dropping it to his side before kneeling on the ground.* Like this? :::::::::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt looked up, his eyes widen swallowing hard. Did Dean even get what he was doing to him? Or how hard he had fallen. Heart pounding as he sank down every bit as proud and handsome as he'd ever been. Colt sat forward, eyes searching Dean's for any sign of uncertainty. This wasn't about power, or kink this was about taking care of him like Colt knew he needed to be.

Sure there would be pleasure involved etc but the level of /trust/ had to be huge unless you were young and dumb. Colt knew from experience handing the reigns to someone was dangerous because once the mentality sat in the real damage could be done. Colt was not sadist at heart and probably would never be so Dean was in good hands. Hands that might turn his ass red or give an order and expect it to be carried out but it would also mean he's love and care for him. Reaching out he held his cheek, thumb rubbed over his bottom lip.- Are you sure? I promise you'd be taken well care of for as long as you want me. ::::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Closing his eyes, he let his tongue flicker out, tasting him. He’d noticed the shift in Colt’s demeanor and knew from personal and second hand experience how wild Colt could be. But he’d always listened to Dean. Made sure that in the end he was taken care of and never really damaged from their playtime. Slowly, he moved his head up and down* I am. I trust you Colt. And I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. :::::::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt pulled a black velvet bag from his front pocket and put it in Dean's hand.- Those are for when we are /here/ alone unless you decide to be this way with Jake as well. Inside the bag was a /collar/ for Dean along with a matching cock ring.- I choose something that befitted you. And I have something that will match them and no one will know what it means but you. ::::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Opens the bag and pours out the contents into his hands, fingers running over the metal as he examines the gifts.* What, what are these? And are those . . . Snakes? *Looks up to you with excited curiosity, wanting to know more and finding himself entranced by your gesture.*

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Colt: Not snakes. -Laughs.- The small one is a cock ring. The other a collar. And they represent Dragons. But because they are so small it's not easy to see. Hang on. -Getting up walks over to the drawer and picks up the leather bracelet he'd chosen for him once he knew he might be into all this. -Sit's back down and holds the bracelet out.- Dragons mean different things in different history but the Celtics believed that they were a sign of war but under that it was about strength an honor which if I've ever met someone that matched it, it's you.

:::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Dean’s jaw dropped at the explanation, taken aback by how much Colt had thought about the details. He took the bracelet and slid it on his wrist, fastening it into place and watching as the light bounced off the metal plate. He was astounded that Colt had put this much effort into the gift and it blew him away. Dean smiled at the ground before looking up into his eyes. Before he knew it, he was on his feet. He barely had enough time to whisper “thank you” before capturing Colt’s lips in a needy, desperate kiss.* ::::::::::::::: Colt: -They'd had one night, when Dean had first arrived that in the darkness Colt had let down his guard and fell into the erotism. At the time he'd had no idea Dean had never been with a man before but he'd soon found out and he hadn't know that this man would haunt him long after their love making had been physically over. So much had been going on and truthfully Colt had been being pulled in so many directions. He might not have a dom but he certainly had been subjected to pain again and again. The scars weren't visual like they'd been after Danny had been done with. His were internal and still hurt, from Sammy's killing himself to losing Asher, then Jake choosing Dean. One clusterfuck after the other and when Colt had finally mentally broke he'd went to Dean, asked for something he knew Dean wouldn't do but it was his only outward cry for help. And even as he thought about that day his chest hurt. He knew deep down Dean had done him a favor, made him stand on his own. And it had hurt, everyday he had to get up and keep going. If people could see how messed he really was they'd run or take advantage of it. But Dean had but didn't do either, Colt was still tense though. Holding Dean in his arms and kissing him, it felt incredible but he feared it would be taken away like everyone else. Colt had been completely honest, drew lines and had made commitments to him and Jake but it was like a dark curse that never lifted. How long before he'd be gutted again? He silently prayed he wouldn't. He'd been in threesomes before and he knew how fast things could go to shit so he held Dean like it might be the last time. He'd learnt you may only get one night, one embrace. As the kiss ended his heart racing he spoke up.- I asked for this, because I didn't want to interfere with Jake marrying you. It's my way of bonding with you... :::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Eyes flutter open, softly gazing at Colt. There was something wild about him that made him feel wreckless and safe at the same time and he knew that feeling would never go away.* Babe . . . You’re not interfering at all. Somehow, we all have a strong connection with one another. *Looks down at the bracelet.* I love it. *Eyes float back up to him* And I love you. I’ll gladly wear whatever you give me.

*Bends down and picks up the collar, swinging it playfully around his finger* Wanna do the honors and see if it fits? :::::::::::::: Colt: -Colt takes the collar and opens it, reaching back he put's it around Dean's neck and secures it. He'd never collared anyone, never had the desire too until now. Fingers caress his throat. Quiet reflection he had gotten ahold of himself and smiled at Dean.- :::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Hearing the collar snap into place may have sounded like a cage locking to some, but to Dean, it was the sign of another door opening. Another link in the chain of their, what he could only imagine being long, relationship being forged quietly in that moment. He held his neck a little longer and flashed a goofy grin.* How do I look? ::::::::::::::::: Colt: Handsome as ever. :::::::::::::::::::: Cowboy: *Slips his arms around Colt’s middle* Thank you. I love it.

#DSM SPN AU BDSM RP

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coltwinchesterdsm · 5 years ago

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#Flashback #DSM #RP #SPN #SomaliaDeployment Part One

Written by: @DeanWinchester_

Tensions were heightened in Somalia and he was sure they’d be shipped out to help out before long but tonight he and his guys were partying hard in San Diego at the local frog bar. Still hiding the hard fact he was gay as it got he had a little brunette in a lip lock pretending indeed she was Ethan. Course it was no where near what he’d imagine it would be like but hell you could only jack off so many times before you needed the real thing. Ordering a countless of Crown he was downing that shit like it was water, it’s what it took for him to forget himself. As the night went on he and the chick went back to her place with her bestfriend who E had hooked up with.

Once they had gotten back to the apartment the woman had passed out before any action went down so you had two very horny men standing there weighing the odds of what they should do to get off. Colt had went to hit the head and had just came out of the bathroom when E shoved him against the wall and kissed him hard. He’d dreamed this up a million times and it was better for damn sure coming from the real thing. They’d went to the bedroom and locked the door blowing off years of tension for the first time. Slipping out before the chicks had woken and pretending like nothing had happened their pagers going off. Something was going down, in less that two hours after they got back to base were airborne headed for USS Tripoli.

All business but they’d met eyes more than a time or two. Colt couldn’t help but grin like a mutherfucker his world was perfect and he was about to get dropped off to go tear shit up and kill bad guys. Didn’t get any better. Chopper landed on the USS Tripoli and boots hit the ground making their way to CIC to get orders.- TBC

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Quest Storyline Idea’s

@DeanWinchester_ & @Dark_Torement

In 2004, a group of police officers was exploring a part of the Paris Catacombs restricted from public access. They began to uncover very strange things. First, they found a PA system with pre-recorded guard dog barking noises playing. Then, they found 3,000 square feet of galleries, wired for phones using pirated electricity. The officers found a bar, living area, workshop, lounge and even a cinema with room to seat 20 people. The cinema seats had been carved into the stones of the Catacombs. The creepiest part was, they saw cameras on the ceilings recording them. The police squad went back to the area a few days later with a larger team to further investigate. Everything they had discovered, from the phone lines to the Paris Catacombs cinema, had vanished. The only thing they found? A note that read: “Ne cherchez pas,” meaning, “don’t search.” ___________________________________________________________ Hagiography Hagiography, the body of literature describing the lives and veneration of the Christian saints. The literature of hagiography embraces acts of the martyrs (i.e., accounts of their trials and deaths); biographies of saintly monks, bishops, princes, or virgins; and accounts of miracles connected with saints’ tombs, relics, icons, or statues. Daoism: Lives of the Immortals By the Han period, the careers of those free spirits described in Zhuangzi were the subject of universal interest. The earliest systematic... Hagiographies have been written from the 2nd century AD to instruct and edify readers and glorify the saints. In the Middle Ages it was customary to read aloud at divine office and in the monastic refectory (dining hall) biographies of the principal saints on their feast days. Besides biographies of single saints, other works of hagiography told the stories of a class of saints, such as Eusebius of Caesarea’s account of the martyrs of Palestine (4th century AD) and Pope Gregory I the Great’s Dialogues, a collection of stories about Saint Benedict and other 6th-century Latin monks. Perhaps the most important hagiographic collection is the Legenda aurea (Golden Legend) of Jacobus de Voragine in the 13th century. Modern critical hagiography began in 17th-century Flanders with the Jesuit ecclesiastic Jean Bolland and his successors, who became known as Bollandists. The importance of hagiography derives from the vital role that the veneration of the saints played throughout medieval civilization in both eastern and western Christendom. Second, this literature preserves much valuable information not only about religious beliefs and customs but also about daily life, institutions, and events in historical periods for which other evidence is either imprecise or nonexistent. The hagiographer has a threefold task: to collect all the material relevant to each particular saint, to edit the documents according to the best methods of textual criticism, and to interpret the evidence by using literary, historical, and any other pertinent criteria. Daoism: Lives of the Immortals By the Han period, the careers of those free spirits described in Zhuangzi were the subject of universal interest. The earliest systematic collection of biographical notices on these legendary figures is the Lives of the Immortals (Liexuanzhuan) of the early 2nd… saint: Theological interpretations of popular recognition In monotheistic religions the belief in saints in its popular form generally contradicts orthodox teaching. Such religiosity is usually opposed and rejected or else reinterpreted in view of its ineradicability. If the latter is the case, the orthodox interpretation given the… …influential works in history and hagiography—the writing of saints’ lives, which became the most widespread literary genre of the period. Nevertheless, the standard of literature continued to decline, becoming more and more conventional and artificial. The use of popular Latin became more common among writers.… _____________________ Saint, holy person, believed to have a special relationship to the sacred as well as moral perfection or exceptional teaching abilities. The phenomenon is widespread in the religions of the world, both ancient and contemporary. Various types of religious personages have been recognized as saints, both by popular acclaim and official pronouncement, and their influence on the religious masses (the broad spectrum of those holding various wide-ranging religious beliefs) has been, and is, of considerable significance. ____________________________________________

Colt: So I was thinking a modern day cult or self proclaimed saint had set up shop down in the tunnels able to access secret places within the tunnels. And I was thinking that maybe they've attainted a real demonic table or grimoire that they are using in conjunction with an angel they've managed to trap for experimental purposes, maybe trying to create a new type of "man" that is better than what god originally created. I was thinking the guys could go down there and all of their team is killed with maybe some old school booby traps like Indiana Jones style. And the place is warded and will disorient and keep angels from popping in and out. Maybe even contain their grace inside them so they cannot use their powers. Our guys get caught and are experimented on... I kinda want Colt to drink their concoction and maybe became a little more than human. Faster, stronger etc.

Angel: What I was thinking which fits into your idea actually pretty well. I was thinking of bringing in H.P. Lovecraft monsters. There are so many. Gods and monsters of all kind. Some world ending others aren’t. There is zombie type dogs, cultist and the like. It fits inside the SPN world. What if that is the first location that they find. And more will be unearthed all over the world or even in certain points. Like a pentagram.

Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. It will be a nice long SL. With all that they would have to face. I can help with that. I have a game that has like 7 of them maybe more. And we can give them powers that we want. So they won’t be so hard to take care of. https://monster.fandom.com/wiki/Category:H._P._Lovecraft

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coltwinchesterdsm · 5 years ago

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Hey! Hey! Holds off angel, eat your food you need your stamina. -Laughs turning around to lean up and kiss him.-

Coming Home Part 4

Written by @DeanWinchester_ & @defenderguard

-Coming in the front door with some hot food from a local dinner he smiled and put the bags on the counter.- Baby?! You here?!

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coltwinchesterdsm · 5 years ago

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Carne Asada burritos! Get your ass down here! -Laughing opens a beer and unloads the bag.-

Coming Home Part 4

Written by @DeanWinchester_ & @defenderguard

-Coming in the front door with some hot food from a local dinner he smiled and put the bags on the counter.- Baby?! You here?!

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