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This job was taking longer than any of them could have anticipated. They had just surpassed three months with nothing to show for it. Except, maybe, a pair of restless hunters-- Make that one restless hunter as Dean was snoring softly, wrapped around Ry like a cuddly body pillow. To be fair, though, he always slept better having her in his arms. A reassurance for his subconscious that they both safe so long as they-- "Hmmph," he grunted from being elbowed, thankfully only in the shoulder and would have thought nothing of it if Ry hadn't then sharply whispered his name. His eyes cracked open, not fully comprehending reality yet, but hearing the words 'someone's in the house' caused adrenaline to shoot through his veins and wake him all the way up. Suddenly, he was sitting up with her, looking towards the bedroom door and the sliver of light that shone through the crack underneath. "Stay here," he told her, keeping his voice low as he slipped out of the bed. He immediately grabbed his gun off the nightstand and clicked off the safety before moving to press his back against the wall beside the shut door. From there, he paused only for a few seconds, listening to make sure the immediate space out in the hall was clear, and once he was satisfied with the silence, he slowly turned the knob and pulled back just wide enough for him to slip out, quietly closing the door shut behind him.

Now, out in the hall, Dean looked from his right to his left but whipped his head back to his right upon hearing the noise that must have alerted Ry. Adjusting his grip and his aim, he padded softly through the home with his gun leading the way towards the disturbance.

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It'd taken far more effort to fall asleep than usual. She couldn't shut her brain off, despite Dean holding her tightly, sound asleep as he did. when she finally managed, it was light-- the tiniest things awakening her and causing her to start the process all over again.

She'd thought it was just another sound from outside that pulled her back to consciousness, but as she closed her eyes and started trying to get back to sleep, she heard it again; the sound of movement outside the bedroom.

She was wide awake, now, sitting up in the bed. She looked to the shadow beside her, nudging him with her elbow. "Dean," she hissed trying to wake him and not alert the intruder. "Dean-- someone's in the house."

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❝ you always seem to know what i need. ❞

People who don't know Dean very well may label him as this natural born killer, but in reality, they're only seeing the first layer. Growing up as he did, he had to develop this hard and thick shell; not just for his own survival but for that of his family. Because that's where Dean Winchester's true heart lies. Looking after and caring for those he loves. That is who he is at his very core: a protector/nurturer. He may try to deny it or at the very least play it down, but his actions betray him, every time. And, of course, now was no different.

"Contrary to popular belief: I do pay attention, Hollen," he told her, the corner of his lips perking up into a lopsided smirk. "Besides," he then reached out to catch the end of the dollop of whipped cream atop the presented cheesecake with his hooked finger and swiped the sugary topping against his tongue, giving her a warm smile afterwards, "dessert is basically the cure all t'life's problems."

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❝ there's no line i wouldn't cross for you. don't you realize that? ❞

There had been times--times in the past where Dean would have taken this kind of statement with a grain of salt. Not just from Sam, but from anyone who would promise him this type of commitment. He had gotten burned too many times--left alone by those who claimed to love him. Sam, included.

However, now, as his gaze drifted to his right forearm--although covered by his sleeve, Dean knew it to be clear and unbranded, and he was reminded that Sam really did mean what he said. A notion that was very much reciprocated--sometimes to an alarming degree,--and not something he had considered dangerous until more recent years... "Now, I do," he confessed truthfully, raising his head again to look back at Sam with mixed emotions in swimming in his eyes. "But 'M also startin' t'realize that that might not be such a good thing..."

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❝ i never meant to get this close, but now that i have i can't let you go. ❞

There was a barely there, subtle hint of a smirk on Dean's lips. Not because he found the words spoken to him amusing, but because it was a feeling he knew a little something about. Or maybe a lot of something.

Eventually, after a long bout of silence, Dean raised his gaze to look back the woman, who, like him, didn't typically express her emotions so willingly, but--he was glad she had. "Guess we're stuck together then," he told her, that previous smirk becoming more prominent but still remained soft. He honestly wouldn't want it any other way; in fact, if he wasn't such a coward...he'd take it a step further and officially propose--complete with ring, down on one knee, and the rest of that romantic crap that chicks dig-- But like with many things in his life, there was always a 'but' or a 'what if' that came after and always stopped him cold.

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a tender glimpse beneath the surface

❝ i'll always protect you. ❞

❝ i never meant to get this close, but now that i have i can't let you go. ❞

❝ i live for the moments when you look at me. the rest of the time i'm just existing. ❞

❝ i don't like how you make me feel. but i like not being around you even less. ❞

❝ i wish you wouldn't look at me like that. when you look at me like that i...it makes me wanna do things i shouldn't ❞

❝ there's no line i wouldn't cross for you. don't you realize that? ❞

❝ i did this for you. no one else. ❞

❝ i don't like it, but i'll do it for you. ❞

❝ i wonder how much of myself i'll have to give to you—how much i have to lay bare—before you realize how much you're taking. ❞

❝ i'm not trying to fix you. i'm just trying to be your friend. ❞

❝ i'm not um, real good at thank yous. or sorry's. but if you ever need me, i'm there. i owe you one. ❞

❝ i've seen you at your worst and i'm still standing here. ❞

❝ you've seen me at my worst but you're still here... ❞

❝ you can be mad at me, i can take it. i'd rather you be angry than shut me out. ❞

❝ i'm not angry, i'm just scared. ❞

❝ i know you love me, but do you like me? ❞

❝ do you think i'm a good person? ❞

❝ do you think i care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference? of course i'm helping you. ❞

❝ tell me what i can do to show you how i love you. i will give you anything you ask for. ❞

❝ you don't have to keep apologizing. just be here. day in and day out and prove that you're gonna keep showing up. that's all you have to do. ❞

❝ i only sleep well when you're next to me. ❞

❝ i don't want an apology i just want to understand. ❞

❝ i could actually use a hug right now. ❞

❝ i want everyone else to go away, but you can stay. ❞

❝ i actually do care what you think about. you're probably one of the only people whose opinion matters to me. ❞

❝ you always seem to know what i need. ❞

❝ you always seem to know just what i need to hear. ❞

❝ i want you to call me when you need someone. i want to be here for you. ❞

❝ you're the one i wanna call when i need someone. ❞

❝ seems like i always want you around when everything feels all fucked up. guess that means something. ❞

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When we started casting, we had archetypes in mind, which were Han Solo and Luke Skywalker. We were really looking for Sam to be empathetic, kind, and likeable, and really the audience surrogate. The person who the audience would most see themselves as and really carry the story through their eyes. And that required a really unique likeability. For Dean, we were looking for Han Solo. We were looking for devil-may-care, charismatic, a little rough around the edges, a little edgy, says things that are not always the kindest thing, as long as they’re funny. And that was really what we started out with.

And Jared and Jensen both just so inhabited those parts, and then proceeded to blow us away with how dimensionalized they were. For Jensen, the level of emotion and totally flawed, screwed-to-hell psyche that he brings to Dean, we really are enamored with. This idea that on the surface here’s this Han Solo devil-may-care persona, but when you really scratch beneath the surface, you see that anyone who has that persona has it because they are just so messed up, and that you would have to be so screwed up and damaged to be the person who always jumps first off a cliff.

So, he really brought Dean to life in a really three-dimensional way, and Jared did the same thing with Sam. Yes, Sam was likeable, and the audience surrogate and all the things he was supposed to be, but also angry, and disaffected, and, at times, hilariously funny, loyal, and despondent. He brought in all of these different colors that have really brought these characters to life, which I think is probably very rare for a genre show to have–characters as dimensionalized as ours–and I’m really proud of it. - Eric Kripke [x]

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   Dean might not have been able to see the glare but he sure felt it and again, he braced for the punch. But Ry chose to retaliate in a more safer fashion (considering that Dean was driving a moving vehicle) and simply just toss a piece of candy at the side of his face instead. His gaze briefly fell to look where it had landed.

   “Seriously?” he asked dryly as if he couldn’t believe the childish behavior she just displayed, but the truth was: he could believe it because he probably would have done something similar. It was good, actually, to see her act..normal, for her. “Mmph. Yeah…“ Things were obviously tense right now, and he couldn’t help but be affected by that, so it wasn’t entirely his fault. “’S just everything goin’ on right now…”

Her look was amused when he reacted to the candy, but the tone changed quickly as he admitted to why he hadn’t been acting like himself. Despite her earlier awe about the Winchesters’ connection to God Himself, the issues at hand were significant and certainly weighed heavily on them all. 

“We’ll figure things out with The Darkness,” she said quietly. Even if she knew the name, it gave her chills just to speak it, so she was going to stick with her title while she could. Especially with the way Dean was connected to her. It was a sore subject, but one they tentatively breached while alone. 

Of course, there were plenty of other problems they were facing, too, but The Darkness had been the one that had been causing him the most turmoil. His inability to function normally around her was concerning, to say the least, and the fact that Crowley had such interest in her was a problem they weren’t prepared to deal with, either. It seemed, to Ry, that all of their problems could be solved with Crowley out of the picture. But, breaching that topic had yet to occur because she honestly didn’t think Dean could entertain the idea with so much else going on.

   Well, that brief lapse of dread had been nice--for all of the five seconds it had lasted. A deep sigh built up in his chest, and Dean slowly released it through his nose, his shoulders slumping with it. “Yeah,” he replied to Ry’s comment about figuring out Amara, but his hollow tone wasn’t fooling either one of them. Just when he thought he had broken free of the chains, of the Mark...he finds himself tethered to this-- All encompassing darkness. Ineffective against her in every way. Powerless, essentially. Obviously, not a feeling he dealt well with, especially knowing she had to be stopped before she shrouded the world and snuffed out every last bit of light. “Kinda feelin’ like Death’s planetary relocation idea wasn’t so crazy, after all...”

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12.02 - MAMMA MIA

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While 'vow' sounded like a strong word...that's all it was to the hunters, a word. They couldn't just dive in and trust this new player meant what she said, their instincts wouldn't let them. They needed time and proof, to see it for themselves. Honestly, if he wasn't so goddamn desperate, she never would have made one step inside his door, angel or not. It wasn't as though they hadn't come across their fair share of rotten halos, and as far as they knew, she could another. She was lucky that Cas hadn't had anything bad to say about her, otherwise he would have kicked her out on her ass-- Or, he guessed, they were the lucky ones. Like he said, desperate. An emotion he was sure could be discerned in the creases on his face as he watched Ry deliberate, weigh the choice on whether or not to allow Barbie: Angel Edition the chance to own up to her spoken vow.

A moment passed, but eventually, Dean drew breath again once Ry gave in and relief spread through his tight chest. Obviously, he knew this wasn't a guarantee, but--it was more than they had, and at this point, he was willing to try just about anything to help Ry. He looked to Mac then, giving her another small nod. "Great. Now that that's settled... There's a demon nearby that needs t'be put down." His gaze traveled back to Ry. "Ya in?"

While Dean might not be saying much, he was still observing and listening. Mostly focused on the angel, of course, as she was the stranger here, but he was also attuned to the inflections in Ry's voice and the questions she asked. It helped him gauge how harshly he should be scrutinizing the unknown woman. Like he mentioned before, he was having a difficult time in that area as of late and needed a more level head to help him see reason.

After Mac had said her bit, addressing Ry's concerns while promising that she wouldn't act as an unwanted shadow but only as a needed aid, Ry then turned her attention to the both of them. Although, what she asked made his muscles tighten with anxiety. "Then we'll find another way," Dean spoke, cutting in, but he didn't want to go down this road with her again. "But--" He glanced over to Mac for a moment before looking back to Ry. "--'Many hands make light work.'" That was the hope anyway, knowing that they needed as much help as they could get; especially with him...steadily losing a battle of his own and would soon need to be taken off the playing field--permanently. Yet something else Dean had made Mac promise him, just to cover all his bases.

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Regarding Dean || 12.11

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Dean Talking pt. 1

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Upset!Dean pt. 1

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Make Yourself a Patron Saint

patron saint of lost faith

patron saint of leaving it by the roadside. patron saint of it slipping out of your fingers. patron saint of searching and searching. patron saint of yearning for it back. patron saint of scraping your fingers down to the bone trying to hold onto it. patron saint of losing it anyway. saint of lost faith. not the saint of getting it back.

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Dean Winchester | 15x09 ➤ The Trap

I’m not tired. I’m not tired. I’m just resting my eyes. I’m good.