Dean, or Junior, is a 4 year old skin walker who craves for something, though he doesn't know what exactly. The boy likes chocolate pie and the red thing his daddy puts on his milk sometimes. M!A status: ~ (full name: Dean Ross Winchester Jr.) ((RP blog~ Will talk to anyone from any fandom! :D))
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ohmygod please do. it will be hilarious. ~questions coming from dean hehehe~~
Send me a 'Shut up' for my muse to kiss yours.
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He my fwiend. -blinks and looks at Cas- He no wike you, but I say you ish nice.
The more you hide things, the more you are going to get in trouble Jr.
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Tommy tells I to pway wif da pointy stuff... -he mumbles-
-sighs a little- You know it’s wrong to play with things you shouldn’t why did you play with them?
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-still doesn't answer, driving his hurt finger to his mouth-
-tilts his head a little- What monster buddy?
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-looks away and doesn't answer because he was playing with stuff he wasn't supposed to touch-
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-nods quietly, a tear sliding down his face as he cuddles his hand close to his chest-
-walks over to the sink with Jr and turns on the water and makes sure it’s nice and cold- Put your finger under there buddy. What happen?
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-he slowly places his finger under the water and blinks, the pout still shaping his lips- I... Da monshter bite my fingerz.
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-nods quietly, a tear sliding down his face as he cuddles his hand close to his chest-
-walks over to the sink with Jr and turns on the water and makes sure it’s nice and cold- Put your finger under there buddy. What happen?
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-leans closer to him and tries to get a glimpse of the phone-
Cas>Dean>Sven | Kay?
-grins excitedly- Wat he say? Wat he say?
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OOC ~ to everyone ~
I'm so terribly sorry. I've been away for so long... And I need to finish these RPs with the M!A thingy soon... I miss small!Dean...
Well, I promise I'll be here tomorrow, okay? Again, I am really sorry. But life's been mean.
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He held the plate and the glass, listening to him with wide eyes. As soon as Dean walked to his bedroom, Jr placed the food down, even though his body was begging for something to eat, and slowly got up to go after him, which wasn't necessary. By the time he was standing still and able to walk, Dean got back to the living room. He wanted to ask what was going on, he wanted to know why his body hurt so much, and why he felt like he was changing back in the woods. He had never experienced that before since Castiel wanted him to be human for as long as possible. He really wanted some answers, but he couldn't ask the questions. Not now. In slow and sort of clumsy moves, Jr walked closer to Dean and pulled the older man into a hug, a little unsure if he would be pushed back or not. "I'm sorry." he whispered. "I'm so sorry, dad."
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Dean ran up to him and licked at his cuts that were showing. He growled and ran off for his clothes, running as fast as he damn well could and turned back into a man, dressed and drove the car through the park and to the area where Jr. was. Hell yes it was illegal and hell yes it was dangerous, but screw the police, his ‘son’ was hurt. Dean picked him up and laid him in the back seat before taking him home.
He laid the boy on the couch and made him a grilled cheese sandwich, not knowing if he’d want to eat or not. When he came out into the living room, he saw Jr.’s eyes open finally. “Take off on me like that again an’ I’ll be the one to kick your ass, got me boy?”
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"Just... Stuff." Jr whispered again, rubbing his eyes. "I'm.... Well, you do know me." he said, looking at Dean with wide eyes. "I'm so hungry, Dean..." he mumbled, reaching for the bowl of soup again. Yes, he was very hungry. But his body wasn't asking for soup. It was asking for something else.
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“I… Cas told me. About it. About them. Skin walkers. Yeah. Cas.” he answered a bit confused. “All weekend?! You mean I’m not going home before that?!” Dean started to freak out a little. His father would be worried to hell, and he was cold and scared. All he needed now was some kind of comfort. Which came with Dean’s touch. Jr leaned into his hand lightly, taking deep breaths and trying to calm down.
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"Bad stuff always happens when there is a storm outside." he whispered, looking down. "My name is not Anthony..." he suddenly said, licking his lips again and bringing his legs close to his chest.
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“I… Cas told me. About it. About them. Skin walkers. Yeah. Cas.” he answered a bit confused. “All weekend?! You mean I’m not going home before that?!” Dean started to freak out a little. His father would be worried to hell, and he was cold and scared. All he needed now was some kind of comfort. Which came with Dean’s touch. Jr leaned into his hand lightly, taking deep breaths and trying to calm down.
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"I... Cas told me. About it. About them. Skin walkers. Yeah. Cas." he answered a bit confused. "All weekend?! You mean I'm not going home before that?!" Dean started to freak out a little. His father would be worried to hell, and he was cold and scared. All he needed now was some kind of comfort. Which came with Dean's touch. Jr leaned into his hand lightly, taking deep breaths and trying to calm down.
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Dean was now way way lost…..” Anthony, whats going on dude. You afraid of the storm?” not wanting the man to go into a panic attack or something he tried to ask him some more questions ” Are you a hunter?”
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"Skin walkers are not crappy..." he mumbled quietly to himself before looking at Dean again. "Yeah, no. I'm not a hunteeeeer!! AAAH!" he screamed the last part as another thunder, this one very loud, hit his ears. "When is this stopping?! I wanna go home..."
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Dean was now way way lost…..” Anthony, whats going on dude. You afraid of the storm?” not wanting the man to go into a panic attack or something he tried to ask him some more questions ” Are you a hunter?”
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"I... It's... Hmm..." he tried to answer, but just squeezed Dean's hand tighter as another thunder came. "H-hunter? What's a h-hunter? Why does e-evryone ask m-me that?" he answered shakily, trying to move closer to Dean.
growing up || @deanrwinchesterjr
Dean was now way way lost…..” Anthony, whats going on dude. You afraid of the storm?” not wanting the man to go into a panic attack or something he tried to ask him some more questions ” Are you a hunter?”
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He licked his lips and looked at Dean before placing the bowl on a nightstand. "Well... I... I've met you through Castiel. He introduced us some time ago... Yeah." he nodded to himself. As soon as the loud noise of the thunder and the brightness from the lightning invaded the room, Dean jumped scared and grabbed Dean's hand like the child he really was. Even though he was now 23 years old, storms still scared him a lot.
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News? What four years old kid would watch the news? Dean sighed lightly and shook his head no. “I’m not really fond of watching the news…” he said, watching Dean go. While he was alone, Jr looked around curiously. He was hungry… Again. But he surprisingly didn’t want pie. Something warm, tasty… Exotic and a bit salty. Dean’s words brought the boy back from his thoughts and he smiled thankfully, taking the shirt and the towel. “Thanks, man. Well, I still have to find out where exactly I am right now. And how do I get home.”
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