#☠ₙₒ Cₕᵢ𝒸ₖ Fₗᵢ𝒸ₖ ₘₒₘₑₙₜₛ ┊┊.「Dₑₐₙ ᵣₒₛₛ Wᵢₙ𝒸ₕₑₛₜₑᵣ」

[righteousmandownunder-a]

@occxltis x

"Just because you can doesn't mean you should, Emma. I thought I raised you better." Dean sighed either his arms crossed, obviously disappointed in her, but not angry. "If it was in self defense, then that's fine. You're not in trouble. If I know anything about you, though and how you have my temper, I hope and pray you didn't do it to start a fight." It was hard raising the twins by himself, especially with them being in high school now.

When the principal and his son walked into the office, his face dropped when he saw the principal tighten her grip on his arm. "You can let him go. I'll deal with James when we get home," he murmured, casting a quick glance at James before looking back at Emma and then back at the principal. "Did Emma start the fight or did someone else instigate her?"

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@pastelchosen​

It’s been a few years since his brother had died and, honestly, Dean didn’t take it too well. He’s been focused on hunting a little too much and isolated himself from everyone he knew for years and took to heavy drinking and he almost forgot those that he was close to. That tended to either get his mind straight or make him regret everything he’s done since he starting hunting with his father when Sam left for college. It wasn’t like Dean wasn’t taking care of himself. He was still alive, so he must be doing something right.

Dean had picked up a demon nest case a few towns over and he took it immediately. He was practically running himself ragged with all the cases he was taking by himself. Without Sam, the bunker was lonely and he tried to do what he could to fill that empty void and the silent bunker. He had nobody to tease or pick on anymore and he hated the silence.

Pulling up to the sight that the nest was reported to be at, Dean made sure to grab his demon knife and grabbed an extra few rounds of bullets. He could never been too safe. Especially since it’s been a while since he took a demon case by himself. Silently walking into the barn, knife in hand, Dean slunk around corners, looking for any demon. Apparently they found him first because the first one that jump at him had a knife in his hand and Dean immediately pulled his gun out from the waistband of his jeans and shot the demon dead center of the head, the body dropping to the ground and black smoke escaping the victim’s mouth. The echo of the gunshot sounded throughout the barn and triggered more demons to come and jump at him.

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@theyturnedhim-intoamonster x

"I don't ever want to hear you talk about Dad like I just heard," Dean growled, grip tight on the front of Zeppelin's shirt and pushed him hard against the wall. "I don't know what kind of relationship you had with him, nor do I give a shit, but you're not going to talk about him like that."

As much as Dean and John fought, he would still defend the old man. As much hell as John put Dean through while Sam was off at college, the guy was still their dad and he raised them into hunters and soldiers and Dean was sure as hell John wouldn't want any of his sons talk poorly about him.

[righteousmandownunder-a]

@noditchablepromdate x

Lowering his own weapon, Dean let out a breath as the last of the demons were killed, the black smoke slamming into the ground and disappearing with a ghastly, distanced scream.

"Ya gettin' a little rusty there, Bobby?" Dean smirked. "Demons don't normally rattle ya like this."

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@stanfordprepped​

It was supposed to just a low-class demon hunt. Easy. Shoved the demon knife in the son of a bitch and move on. It was supposed to be at least three demons, nothing that Dean couldn’t handle. Hunting and killing demons was like a walk in the park for Dean, so what went wrong? He couldn’t say. Dean had reassured Sam that he could handle the hunt on his own that way Sam could stay back at the bunker and do more research.

After Dean hadn’t checked in for three days, he knew that would start to worry Sam because whenever the brothers went on a hunt by themselves, they always checked in every single day. It’s been a week already and Dean hadn’t checked in with Sam. There were more demons than what he thought and they were definitely not low-class demons.

After another week went by, Dean was sure his brother was trying to track his location because his phone rang almost every hour on the hour until the battery ran out and his phone powered off. He was freezing cold, so wherever the demons had him strung up, they must’ve wanted him to have him freeze to death after stripping him down to a single layer, which was just his ripped jeans and the thin, gray shirt he had on, blood staining both articles of clothes.

Dean counted the minutes for how long it took for the demons to come back and every time, it was an hour and a half exactly and only one came back. He knew that it had to be a trick because why would Sam be there making him suffer? Sam was looking for him...right? Sam was back in Kansas at the bunker and Dean was...where was he? Montana, that’s right. In the middle of winter, too. Of course.

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@theoneswithoutpacks​

Dean and Emmett had just turned 21 the other day and Dad was taking them out on a werewolf hunt. Their old man still couldn’t trust them to go on their own hunt alone. They weren’t kids anymore and Dean constantly reminded Dad of that, in which he would get a few stern words shot at him, followed by a “yes sir” from Dean. He was the one who would challenge Dad more than Emmett would ever dare. Being a minute older, Dean would still say that he was older, so he had to keep Emmett and Sam safe.

The three of them pulled up to an abandoned barn in the Impala and it looked massive. Dean could feel his heart racing in his chest, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself.

Shoot for the heart and make it count. You only have so many bullets in the clip. Dean thought to himself, jumping out of the Impala when their Dad did, looking back at his brother. “Stay close to me or Dad. We can’t risk splitting up if this wolf nest is as big as we read.”

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@theoneswithoutpacks x

Smirking and cracking his head to the side, Dean put his hands up and assumed his fighting stance. He was wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and his gray sweatpants that he always wore during sparring with either of his brothers.

"C'mon, little brother," Dean taunted playfully. "You can't honestly think I can't handle you, do you? Werewolf or not, I can still kick y'er ass any day of the week."

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@theoneswithoutpacks​ asked for a college!au

Despite his father trying to persuade him into not going off to college, Dean informed him time and time again that he would be perfectly fine. Besides, it was a college for mechanics. Well, at least what Dean was going for. If any monster decided to pop up, Dean would know exactly what to do. Hell, he had the whole arsenal in the trunk of the Impala in case anything were to happen.

Dean was out at a bar while a couple of his buddies having a few drinks and actually having fun for once. Yeah, Dean had an adrenaline rush when he was hunting, but this was a different fun. It was the type of fun that he didn’t have to worry about his life being at risk.

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@rpsocsandcanonohmy​ x

Nope. Not gonna fall for that one. Dean had been in a dream-like state for over a week and he really wasn’t sure who or what to believe in. He’d been like this before. He had a perfect life with Carmon, an old girlfriend of his. In this dream, he was a retired hunter married to Carmon and they had a daughter. He still took the precautions to keep the supernatural away from his home and family, but to be suddenly ripped out of that dream to go back into that life? Dean didn’t know what was real now. All he knew was that he was cold and tired.

Refusing to let his knees buck from underneath him, Dean glared at Sam, or the general direction that the tall figure was in. His green eyes were heavy and green orbs drifted left and right, struggling to focus on Sam. He didn’t believe that it was actually Sam talking to him. This could still be part of his dream.

[righteousmandownunder-a]

@rpsocsandcanonohmy x

Quickly turning from the door and shutting it just as fast as he opened it, he couldn't really argue with Sam. The guy had a point. "You couldn't have at least made yourself a little decent?" he grunted. "You know there's only one bathroom in this damn motel room. The only thing that I left in there was my empty bladder, which I am trying to get back if you don't mind."

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@theoneswithoutpacks x

Looking around with a slight panicked look in his green eyes, trying to find a way out of their situation, Dean started to take heavy breaths.

"OK. Sure. Yeah," he puffed out. "What we can do is find a way out of here. Preferably now."

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@theoneswithoutpacks x

Dean glared at his twin at the comment about rubbing on all his stuff. "If ya wanna live to see another day, keep y'er paws off my things, Emmett," he mumbled, though he couldn't help the small smirk. He couldn't stay mad at his brother. Throwing a towel at him, Dean shook his head. "You have deodorant. Make yourself not smell like...that."

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@stanfordprepped​ x

[text: Sammy] Dude, chill

[text: Sammy] I’m fine

[text: Sammy] I’m not bleeding out or anything

[text: Sammy] I’m headed back to the bunker, so i’m gonna need help getting patched up

[text: Sammy] Let’s just say it was more than a graze

[righteousmandownunder-a]

@brokenbrother​ x

“What, are we not allowed to have a few hours out of the day to ourselves to just...relax?” Dean asked, kicking his feet up on the bed and scratched at his scruffy face. “I would like to think that every hunter should have some time to themselves.”

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@xdia-los-muertosx​ x

Chuckling with a slick smile on his face, Dean casted his eyes down for a moment before he looked up again, green eyes on her. “Caught me red handed,” he murmured, his voice suddenly smooth. “I’ve always had a thing for woman who take control. Turns me on.”

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@anunwilling-scienceexperiment​ x

Dean casted a look over at Veda and chuckled softly. “You honestly think I’m a messy drinker and a messy drunk, don’t’cha?” he asked. “Well, to make you feel better, I can reassure you that I am neither, so there’s no mess to clean up.”