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𝙳𝙾  𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝚁𝙴𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶  𝙾𝚁  𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃  𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂  𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚁𝙴  𝙰  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁  𝙾𝙵  𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙴𝙼𝙷𝚀𝚂. RULES : click here for the rules of meme monday before you reblog. ( source )

BLIND DATE SENTENCE STARTERS !  scenario : our muses have been set up on a blind date by a mutual friend. 

’ So, do you come here often? ’ ’ Will you go out with me sometime? ’ ’ I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime? ’ ’ Any chance you’ll go out with me? ’ ’ So, do you want to be my girl/boyfriend? ’ ’ I was thinking that maybe we could go out somewhere. ’ ’ Where should I take her/him out to? ’ ’ What’s a good place to someone on a first date? ’ ’ Is this like your very first date ever? ’ ’ I’ve never really been out on a date before. ’ ’ So, have you been on a date before? ’ ’ I hope this is a good enough place for our first date. ’ ’ Where would you like to go do our first date? ’ ’ I need advice, where to go for a date? ’ ’ I think this is my first date ever. ’ ’ So, how are enjoying this date so far? ’ ’ Any chance we’ll make it to a second date? ’ ’ So, how long have you liked me for? ’ ’ I wanted to ask you put sooner but.. ’ ’ I hope this is okay for our first date? ’ ’ Do you want to go somewhere else maybe? ’ ’ What’s your favorite place in the entire world? ’ ’ I’m not good at picking places, I hope this is okay.. ’ ’ Sorry, I think I’m a little late.. ’ ’ I didn’t run late, did I? ’ ’ I always wanted to bring you here. ’ ’ I’m having a good time, are you? ’ ’ So, do you want to go somewhere when we’re done eating? ’ ’ So, is there a certain time you need to be back home? ’ ’ This is lovey, thank you, I already am enjoying it. ’ ’ Do you want to maybe go out again sometime? ’ ’ Are you going to call me after we’re done? ’ ’ Okay, so, how’s it going so far? ’ ’ So, what do you wanna know about me? ’ ’ So, what do you wanna talk about? ’ ’ That’s alright, I’ll pay. ’ ’ I already have the perfect idea for our first date. ’ ’ We could go out again sometime, if you want. ’ ’ Well, let’s just get through the first date, first. ’ ’ I always try to make the first date the best. ’ ’ So, have you been here before? ’ ’ What do you like to do? ’ ’ We could maybe do something a little more fun next time around. ’ ’ Are you nervous? Or anxious? ’ ’ Wow, you look great. ’ ’ You look amazing. ’ ’ Alright, so, are you ready to go then? ’ ’ I haven’t laughed this much in a long time. ’ ’ You make me laugh so much. ’ ’ This is the best night of my life so far. ’ ’ I’m really having a great time, I hope you are too. ’ ’ I don’t mean to be rude, I just need to go to the bathroom. ’ ’ You already make me so happy. ’ ’ I’m so glad I let you take me to diner tonight. ’ ’ Wow, this place has amazing food. ’ ’ Wow, this place is so beautiful. ’ ’ So, are you talking to anyone else? ’ ’ I’m not sure what to exactly say.. ’ ’ Are you flirting with me while we’re eating diner? ’ ’ So, what will you to drink? ’ ’ Would you be up for some drinks afterwards? ’ ’ So, do you kiss on the first date? ’ ’ Am I worthy enough to receive a kiss in our first date? ’ ’ No kissing on the first date. ’ ’ I don’t kiss on the first date. ’ ’ What do you do on a first date? ’ ’ What do and don’t you do on first dates? ’ ’ How long has it been since you’ve been on a date? ’ ’ Its been a while since I’ve been on a date. ’ ’ This is my very first date ever. ’ ’ This is your idea of a first date? ’ ’ I really enjoyed this first date of ours. ’ ’ Think you’ll wanna go out with me again sometime? ’ ’ Is this what you call a first date? ’ ’ So, you’ve been single for a while? ’ ’ What exactly do you like about me? ’ ’ So, what made you want to take me out? ’ ’ And what drew you to me of all people? ’ ’ You’ve had your eyes on me for a while, huh? ’ ’ I’ve had my eyes on you for a while. ’ ’ I’ve wanted to take you out for so long. ’ ’ I’m glad you let me finally take you out. ’ ’ You know, we’ve never been on a date before. ’ ’ Come on, we can have our first date there. ’ ’ So, where was your last first date at? ’ ’ You want to go somewhere else instead? ’ ’ I want you to go on a date with me. ’ ’ So, you’re gonna go out with me? Like on a date? ’ ’ You’re asking me out? Like on a date? ’ ’ I’d love to go on a date with you! ’ ’ So, where are you taking me? ’ ’ Okay, close your eyes, it’s surprise. ’ ’ I can’t wait to show where were going. ’ ’ Don’t worry, you’re gonna love it! ’ ’ We could always go on a picnic? ’ ’ You wanna go to the movies with me, for our first date? ’ ’ Are you telling me we’re having our first date? ’ ’ I hope I’m not too dressy? ’

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dean felt helpless. it had been two weeks since he’d woken up in the bunker – mouth dry, head woozy, and most alarming, completely, totally alone – and he felt like he had begun to exhaust any options he could think of to find sam. he needed to find sam. if he found sam, they could make sense of whatever the hell it was that was going on – no matter how complicated – together, like they always did. however, when he’d originally woken up, he’d called sam’s phone numbers – the ones he could remember, at least – over and over, to no avail. he’d prayed to castiel but got no response. he’d hoped for jack, even though it was pointless. what more could he do when he couldn’t remember everything he could do?

even though he felt helpless, dean didn’t give up. he wouldn’t. he couldn’t.

he’d spent the first week on the island investigating the bunker, looking through everything it had to offer him, from things that could help piece together his memories – photographs, journals – to things that could help him find sam – volumes of lore, books detailing magic. but when he came up empty handed, he’d decided to expand outside of the bunker for help. day after day, he scoured the island, chasing any strange occurrence, desperate for a lead. after a week of doing nothing but that, with very few hours of sleep in-between ventures, he had nothing to show for it.

yet again, he found himself in his closet. after going through it, dean retrieved the best black suit and tie that he could find in attempt to pass himself off as a respectable fbi agent and dressed himself accordingly. after completing the look by accenting it with a black trench coat, he tucked the most convincing, fake fbi badge he could find into one of its pockets near his chest, secured his gun in its holster at his side, and got into the impala. it wasn’t much of a drive before he reached the first neighborhood, his emerald eyes scanning the many houses it occupied. maybe it was a long shot to drive from neighborhood to neighborhood, interviewing random people at their homes, but at least it was better than sitting on his ass or giving up. it was something and what he had been doing, clearly, wasn’t working.

“somebody has to know something, right?” dean muttered to himself as he pulled in front of a random house, the roaring of the impala’s engine halting as he pulled the key from the ignition.

once he got out, he made his way to the porch, and knocked on the door. when it began to open, he pulled the fbi badge from his pocket and flashed it, “i’m agent shaw with the fbi. i am investigating something going on in the area and i’d like to ask you some questions.”

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HENRY:

           henry,  surprisingly,  likes working at the library.   it is a far change from what he is used to  —   after all,  back in his realm,  he was more of a fighter than a reader back in his realm,  his entire life spent training to be a knight.   regardless,  he enjoys the pace of the library,  the peacefulness of it all. that’s not to say that working at the library did not come with its shortcomings.   the original owner of the library was a frail lady,  &  that meant she couldn’t do many of the heavy liftings of filing  &  stacking the books in their proper organisation.   while it meant that she took over most of the customers,  henry still had to deal with the few obnoxious individuals who treated the library like trash.

             so by midday, heis definitely more than a little tired but braves a forced smile.   he’s just filling out paper orders for the new shipment of books when he stands,  needing to walk  &  stretch his legs.   he nearly runs into someone upon getting away from the desk in his exhaustion but instinctively moves back.   “  my apologies.   did you need help finding anything ?  ”

dean needed a change of scenery. if he wasn’t in the impala, searching the island for his brother, he was confined to the bunker, looking through ­all the literature -- from men of letters journals to books of lore -- it had to offer in hopes that there would be something that could help him make sense of the island. it had been two weeks and he had no idea where sam could be. he had no leads. he was stuck in a strange situation with no way to get out and he didn’t have as much as an inkling to change that. it had become difficult not to get discouraged.

when dean found himself beginning to feel as such, he decided to take a drive, and get a much-needed breath of fresh air. his drive led him to the library, where he told himself could continue his quest for answers, without being in complete isolation. plus, libraries reminded him of sam, so he hoped that being in an environment his brother flourished in, that he could channel him,and have a spark of brilliance that would turn things around. it was worth a shot, right?

dean hadn’t realized how being in the bunker for such long periods of time had begun affecting him. he was so pleasantly overwhelmed by the sight of people and fluorescent lights that he hadn’t been paying close enough attention to where he was walking. “oh,” he mumbled to himself when he felt himself brush against another, turning his attention to them. “my bad—” he apologized, as well, half smiling, “it’s been one of those days, y’ know?” when the male asked him if he needed help finding something, he remembered what he had come for;books related to the supernatural that would make any normal person think he was crazy. he couldn’t tell him. “uh—what do you suggest?” he asked, as if the library was a restaurant, and mentally kicking himself for doing so, “i mean, i just love reading, anything, and everything and i’m in need of something new and exciting to read.” he lied, but he had a feeling it was not as convincing as it would usually be because he had been caught off guard.

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CASTIEL:

Most of the time, Castiel loved his job. It was significantly simpler than his usual lifestyle; no fighting, no danger, no saving the world – or breaking it, on the odd, accidental occasion. To most people, working at a Gas-N-Sip would have likely sounded like a bore, but the simplicity was part of why he liked it so much. It was safe, normal (not for his kind, but still, normal), and it reminded him of the brief period he’d been human. 

That didn’t mean there weren’t moments that made him question his feelings towards the job, however. 

It was a fairly quiet day, and Castiel had been using the time to try to fix the slushie machine. He didn’t know what he was doing, but it couldn’t be that hard, right? He placed a hand on the machine, closing his eyes as a glow emanated from his palm. The attempted search for the problem only created another, the bright, frozen liquid spilling out all over him. “Oh no.”

once dean parked the impala next to a gas pump, he sighed and rubbed his sore eyes, both frustrated and exhausted. he’d been driving for hours, searching the island tirelessly for answers to the multitude of questions he had since he woken up there. where am i? how did i get here? and most importantly. where is sam? although he had explored the island every day for two weeks, he had absolutely nothing to show for it. it was dead end after dead end. he still didn’t know where he was, how he got there, or if sam was there too. he just knew, based on his experience as a hunter, whatever was going on wasn’t good, and that, no matter what, he had to find sam.

dean decided to call it when the desire to rest his eyes, just for a moment, tempted him. the last thing he needed was to fall asleep at the wheel. he was headed back to the quasi-bunker to get a couple hours of shut eye before venturing out again when he realized his gas gauge was nearly on e, prompting him to stop at the first gas station he saw -- gas-n-sip -- to fill up. after filling up baby’s tank, he made his way inside to pay, only to discover that the clerk wasn’t at the register. no. the clerk was in a battle with the slushie machine and, by the look of things, he was losing.  the clerk was—“cas?”

the instant dean realized that the blue raspberry slushie covered clerk was castiel, he woke up, unable to resist the urge to laugh as he made his way over to the struggling angel. “man, am i glad to see you. sure, it’s not how i imagined the reunion—” the hunter joked as he quickly moved toward the machine to find a way to turn it off, “--it’s so much better than i imagined it, actually.” he concluded with a chuckle.

when dean saw the plug to the machine, he went for it, unbeknownst to him that his karma for laughing at castiel’s predicament would be instant and that the growing puddle of melted slushie on the floor had reached his shoe. within seconds, his back hit the floor with enough force that it knocked the wind out of him, “fuck—” he groaned.

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𝙳𝙾  𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝚁𝙴𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶  𝙾𝚁  𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃  𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂  𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚁𝙴  𝙰  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁  𝙾𝙵  𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙴𝙼𝙷𝚀𝚂. RULES : click here for the rules of meme monday before you reblog.( meme credit )

UMBRELLA ACADEMY SENTENCE STARTERS

At least I’m wearing black. Guns are for sissies – real men throw knives! That’s one badass stapler! I think we should try and stop him, but I also kind of want to see what happens. I don’t remember this place being such a shithole. I hate to have to disturb you from any kind of brooding moment you’re having, but come on man, we’re starving! I think these idiots all shot each other. I thought I’d told you to put on something professional. The apocalypse is about to happen and all you care about is getting high. It’s been a while since we’ve all lived under the same roof. That’s not spandex, it’s leather. You don’t find it interesting how average people live their lives? I was about to ask what you’re up to, but then it occured to me: I don’t care. We’ve known each other for two days and I feel like you already know me better than anyone else in my family. Did I ever tell you guys about that time I tried to wax my ass with chocolate pudding? I needed some comfort food after that disaster. Around me you don’t have to apologize just for existing. You know what’s the worst about being dead? You’re stuck, forever. Welcome back to the land of the living, (…). You must become the master of your own life, (…), or it will become the master over you. If you vomit on me– I’m the four frickin’ horsemen and the apocalypse is coming! If I didn’t know he was such a prick I’d almost say he looks adorable in his sleep. If you believe in yourself once, just once, great things are going to happen for you. If you want something in life, you’ve gotta go for it. I can’t let you go and kill innocent people, (…), no matter how many people you’ll save. Do you know that killing these people is not going to make you feel any better? You also told me that licking an eight Volt battery would give me pubes. Solitude can do funny things to the mind. What’s meant to be is meant to be. You’re a distinct professional in schoolboy shorts. No time for that, the world’s ending in three days. I have been left out of everything for as long as I can remember. You’re cool with us all dying in three days? Wouldn’t it be nice to just kill whoever you want for once? If I see a boner, I’m out. Could you just, for one second, turn off that cynical brain of yours? Part of me wishes I could tell everyone to enjoy it while they still can. I compared every man I’ve ever met to you. You have no power, you will never have power! What’s that shit on your face? We didn’t choose this life, we’re just living it. Personally, I think you’re a real pain in the ass. Don’t you dare to use me as an excuse for your weakness. The world is ending and all you can think of is getting your dick wet. Maybe they’ll brood each other to death. This thing that’s happening with you, it’s important. I promise, no matter what, I will be back for you. You couldn’t risk me threatening your place in the house! Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not feeling threatened now. Ask me again and I’ll burn you with the cigarette lighter. Is someone having a tough morning? I knew it the first time I met you, I see it now when I look at your face. That’s a bit heartless, even for you. I’m the only one who ever accepted you for who you are! I’ve been sober for almost two days now! I’ve seen that look in the eye of someone who doesn’t know who they are. I know that peaceful place you’re in right now, and I know the pain you’ll been in when you wake up. Before you kill him you might want to know what he has to say. Whatever you came to say, you might want to make it quick. I never really thought about the day after. It’s time for the last of (…)’s secrets to come to light. I will die here, but you won’t. The eggs think they’re smarter than the chicken. Is there any way to silence that voice in your head that constantly screams for attention? I would rather chew off my own foot! I miss you every day that I’m not with you. You make me want to wake up each day. It’s bullshit in any language. And here I thought you were the smart one. How disappointing. I’m sorry you had to see that. If you want to change your mind on how you feel about me, I understand. I almost lost you once, alright. I don’t want to lose you again. So much for saving the world! At least we’re together at the end.

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PETER:

Peter had been walking around the island unsure of what really to do. It had been a while since he was dropped into the real world but he figured he might as well put that to good use. While walking down a familiar path, he sensed someone was behind him and that they had been for quite sometime which only caused the male to stop and smirk. “You know I can hear you right?”

dean had only gotten a brief look at the male in the distance, but it was enough to catch him off guard and question if his eyes were playing tricks on him. jack? no. it couldn’t be. dean was here – wherever here actually was, he hadn’t determined yet – and jack was dead. but what if he wasn’t? what if he had, somehow, wound up here too? consumed by his thoughts, he hadn’t realized that he had begun to follow the male, subconsciously determined to find out of it was who he thought it could be, until he heard his voice, which was unfamiliar, and definitely not jack’s. “uh—” he began with a quick shake of his head, stopping in his tracks. “sorry. i thought you were somebody that i know.” he corrected himself as he continued. “somebody that I knew. you looked like you could be him from where i was standing and i thought i’d come over and catch up. my bad. seriously.”

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YEVGENY:

“HIDE ME! i need you to hide me!” it was a dramatic entrance, expression painted with desperation as yevgeny flocked to the other’s side, quickly ducking beneath the counter. he was out of breath, apparent that he’d been running for awhile, cheeks were heated pink and blonde locks were more untamed than usual, “this guy…from tinder…fucking nut job.” words came out in exasperated breaths, “thought i’d never see him again but…a - fucking - las.”

dean had instantly forgotten what he had come into the convenient store to buy when he heard the door, followed by a desperate, male voice, requesting to be hidden. it was more than enough to kick his instincts into overdrive, reaching for the gun at his waist, drawing it, and aiming it at whoever -- or whatever -- he assumed the male was being chased by. when he realized it was a false alarm, he looked over at guy who’d ducked beneath the counter, quickly lowering his gun. “dude!” he yelled, clearly agitated that he had gotten up in arms over nothing. “i thought you were being attacked!” he briefly looked around, breathing a sigh of relief when he determined that they were the only two in the store, and the cashier was in the back room, oblivious to his intense reaction. he decided to use what yevgeny was saying to justify it as he tucked his gun away. “can’t be too careful – people – they’re crazy these days – yeah -- total nut jobs.” says the guy who just pulled a gun. “you alright? need me to tell this guy to scram?” dean hesitated, a momentary smile of embarrassment finding his lips. “i promise not to pull the...gun...on him–” he stopped and silenced himself. he was only digging himself a deeper hole. how had what he expected to be an uneventful beer run resulted in this?

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𝙳𝙾  𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝚁𝙴𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶  𝙾𝚁  𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃  𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂  𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚁𝙴  𝙰  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁  𝙾𝙵  𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙴𝙼𝙷𝚀𝚂. RULES : click here for the rules of meme monday before you reblog. ( meme credit ) 

FOURTH OF JULY GONE WRONG STARTERS

“I’m pretty sure that’s how my cousin lost his thumb.” “So, the fireworks might have gone through the window…” “The store ran out of beer.” “Can you Americans be less obnoxious?” “I just saw an old man run down the street in a flag speedo.” “Stop shooting those off! My dogs are going ballistic!” “You’re supposed to let go before it fires!” “Are you sure bootleg fireworks are a good idea?” “Will you stop singing Hamilton already?!” “Captain America didn’t fly into an iceberg for this.” “I don’t want to celebrate a country where Trump is a viable presidential nominee.” “Is it supposed to be smoking like that?” “Oh shit. The flag’s on fire.” “That bootleg firework ate a hole through the roof!” “Don’t point that at your eye!” “Stop aiming at people!” “I… think this is a real grenade.” “Everyone at this bar is dressed like a founding father. A sexy founding father.” “I’m not sure that fireworks are legal here.” “No, you cannot throw poppers in the toilet!” “Ha. Look. That last one exploded in the shape of a dick.” “Someone’s great-uncle keeps talking to me about Nam again. Help.” “Oh good. I was wondering when your family would start talking conspiracy theories.” “I swear I just saw a mosquito big enough to pick up a toddler!” “Is it legal to drink vodka on Independence Day?” “Holy shit, there’s a ______ near the base of the firework! Someone get it!”  “I’ve been accidentally flashed so many times, you’d think it was Mardi Gras.” “Hey, look! Someone’s trying to use fireworks to propose.”  “I refuse to eat a hot dog because no one’s willing to tell me what’s inside it.”  “Who knew sparklers were flammable?”  “I just saw someone wearing a flag as underwear. I can’t tell if they’re patriotic, or just disrespectful.”  “Has anyone figured out why we’re celebrating this holiday yet? Anyone?” “Everyone is American on the fourth of July. Everyone!” “Every time I try to open a beer, it explodes. What. The. Fuck.”  “The sparkler barely singed your hair. I promise, you can’t even tell!”  “I’m sorry I pushed you in the pool. Obviously, I didn’t know you ____.” “Now that I’ve experienced an American holiday, I understand why everyone hates them.” “I just saw some dude walking around with a bald eagle. What the fuck is happening?”  “I can’t tell if I fear or respect Americans more after today.”

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jensen ackles, he/him, bisexual. forget what you know about DEAN WINCHESTER, the ( canon ) one from SUPERNATURAL !  they’ve been a 40 y/o firefighter since arriving 2 weeks ago. you could call them the town ADRENALINE JUNKIE ; they’ve got a rep for being + HEROIC & + LOYAL yet – STUBBORN & - IMPULSIVE, but are associated with w/ [ empty beer bottles, colt m1911a1, greasy hands, cassette tapes ] they remember being surrounded by zombies in the graveyard with sam and cas.

Hey there. I’m James. He/him. 18+ and I’ll be playing your friendly neighborhood Dean Winchester. Everything you need to know is down below!

now, since supernatural has been running for an astounding 14 seasons, it’s difficult to go into detail about what dean has been through without providing you a novel to read. (however, if reading novels about characters is your thing, you can click here to have a detailed biography and personality rundown) with that said, i’ll try to summarize the key points best i can. 

memories: let’s get started by addressing the plot of the group and what dean does/doesn’t remember since waking up on the island. dean woke up in the bunker where the winchester boys stay, which was the ideal environment to help him refresh his memories, considering he had access to a vast array of photographs, books, weaponry, etc. that provided the basics. at this point, he’s fully aware of who he is, who he knows in canon, and what they all do, but when it comes to specific events and the timeline itself, it’s fuzzy. because of this, dean isn’t fully equipped to handle what’s going on as effortlessly as he would by season 14. (this kind of stuff happens a lot) he’s still piecing the puzzle together and trying to remember just how to go by doing that.

now, without further ado, a character rundown:

name: dean winchester date of birth/age: january 24th, 1979, 40. species: currently human. (though he has been a ghost, vampire, and demon, just to name a few. again, it’s been 14 seasons. my boy’s been through some shit) occupation: hunter. (do-gooder, hero, protector of mankind, killer of ghosts, demons, vampires, werewolves, anything evil, you name it, he’ll kill it. he even kills humans sometimes but they’re usually bad and we don’t talk about that) personality: confident, cool, and extremely loyal. charming and, at times, childish or immature. teasing his brother is one of his favorite pass-times. dean cultivates a bad-boy personality and makes sarcastic jokes at even the most morbid times, though he can be an intimidating presence to those who do not know him. underneath it all, though, he’s become hardened by life as a warrior. he has the tendency to be self-loathing and he is subconsciously afraid to get close to others in fear that being bonded to him will result in their untimely deaths (as it has various times before) he does his best to keep his emotions to himself. the only real weakness dean has is family. dean will protect his family at all costs. his longest and most intense commitment has been to his ‘67 chevy impala. he is a lover of classic rock music, food (don’t forget the pie), sex, and the occasional tv soap opera. (though he may not openly admit that)

biography keypoints:

after dean’s mom was killed by a demon when he was only 4 years old, his dad was hardly around, on a mission to avenge her. this left dean to fend for himself and raise his younger brother, sam.

the night their mom died, he rescued sam from the fire her burning body left, and since then, he has been committed to protecting his brother at all costs.

he’s known about monsters and has been a hunter as long as he can remember.

when dean was 26, his dad went radio silent for the first time, resulting in him traveling to stanford where sam had gone to college in hopes to recruit his brother to help him find their dad. this reunites dean with his brother and begins his journey.  

when his dad dies, dean took it upon himself to continue on as a hunter, not only for the good of the human race, but because it’s the only life he has ever known.

eventually, when sam is killed, dean makes a deal with a crossroads demon who brings sam back in return, dean only has a year to live before he is taken to hell.

dean is rescued from hell by castiel because he is michael’s true vessel and therefore required for him to destroy lucifer in the apocalypse. dean does not say yes and does not get possessed.

when sam goes to hell with lucifer, he breaks away from hunting and tries to live a normal life. this lasts a year before he finds out sam is out of hell and goes back into hunting.

after castiel let the leviathans out of purgatory, dean assisted him in eventually slaying the leader, sucking both of them into purgatory, where he was stuck for a year before escaping.

he and sam discovered that the winchesters are legacies of an organization known as the men of letters. this meant that they found a home in a bunker created by this organization.

he took on the burden of the mark of cain in order to slay abaddon, knight of hell. when this happened, it made him more aggressive and violent than usual. when he died with the mark, he awoke as a demon.

sam cured him of this, and eventually of the mark, but doing so set free the darkness. dean had a strong bond with her due to previously having the mark which was dark in nature.

after god reunited with his sister, the darkness, he grants dean’s greatest wish by resurrecting his mother, mary.

when lucifer’s son, jack, was born, he originally wanted to kill him, thinking that he was dangerous and would cause destruction. however, as time went on, jack grew on him and he came to see him somewhat like a son.

in order to beat lucifer, dean eventually says yes to michael from an apocalyptic universe as long as michael lets him stay in control. he breaks this side of the deal, and uses dean with plans to destroy the world.

before appearing on the island, his main goal was to kill jack. this is because he has potentially lost his soul after killing michael, and accidentally killed dean’s mother, mary.

chuck (god) appeared again and gave dean a way to kill jack, which would also mean he dies himself. when it came to do it, however, he couldn't bring himself to do it. this angered chuck, who had been playing them the whole time, and then proceeded to kill jack and free spirits from hell with a threat of 'the end'.

the last thing dean remembers is the zombies closing in on him, sam, and cas in the graveyard, with jack's body on the ground next to them.

if there is any confusion, at any point, please feel free to ask questions. there’s no such thing as a stupid question. and don’t hesitate to message me to plot at any time! i’m excited to interact with everybody.

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EVERYTHING BELOW THIS POST WAS FROM THE ORIGINAL RUN; POSTS THAT I WOULD LIKE TO KEEP AS A QUASI-ARCHIVE. PLEASE DISREGARD THEM.

- July 7th, 2019 -

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CASTIEL:

CASTIEL & DEAN;

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Recently, Castiel had noticed his condition had worsened. As well as the booming, fuzzy voices from before, a new one had begun to plague his mind. Much like the others, he had no control over when he heard it, but it was clearer, lasting only a minute or two towards the end of each night. At first, the male’s voice had just been asking for help, but he had quickly shifted into concern over Castiel’s wellbeing, and he just didn’t know what to do with that. It sounded almost like a prayer, but… that was just insane. Cas may have been a religious man, prayed every day in his memory, but he was in no position to receive prayers.

If he hadn’t already thought something big was going on, he certainly would have now. Especially when he heard the voice aloud. 

It had felt rather stupid, really. He’d been going about his usual day, on his way back to his home (that never did quite feel like home), but was lead off his normal route by the sight of a car: a black ‘67 Chevrolet Impala parked at a pump in a gas station. It seemed familiar, much too familiar, and struck such a chord in him that he parked up himself, telling himself that yes, his own car could use the gas itself. It needed a top up. That was all.

Entering the station to pay only increased his confusion.

Castiel recognized the man immediately, felt a tug of pain in his chest, leftovers of memories he still just couldn’t access. Whoever this man was, he was undoubtedly important. He stared without concern over looking creepy, eyes locked on the man even as he walked around the tiny store. There was nothing subtle about his behavior. It didn’t seem to matter, though; the man’s attention was set fully on the cashier. He couldn’t have been sure, but he thought he might have been flirting.

Then the sound of his voice reached Castiel’s ears and it began to sink in.

“You.” It came out louder than Cas intended, accusatory and frustrated, a mixture of hurt and anger bubbling up in his chest. Where from, he had no idea, but that was the least of his concern. Because whoever that man was, he was the owner of the voice he’d been hearing, deep and low and definitely, undoubtedly real.

dean needed a breath of fresh air. while he was grateful for the bunker -- and everything it had to offer -- he had begun to feel imprisoned by it. although the bunker had become home for him, he had spent the majority of his life on the road, in the impala. as a result, when he was somewhere other than baby for too long, he felt cooped up. and, god, he hated feeling cooped up.

the hunter had done the best he could to ignore that feeling, even if it was killing him, because he, sam, and their loved ones were in a sticky situation. hours passed as he flipped through pages upon pages of various books the men of letters had collected, hoping that something, anything, would give him some insight to what was going on, but it had become tedious and what did he have to show for it?

zip. zilch. nada.  

it was when his eyes began to burn that dean finally gave in to his desire to get out of the bunker for a little while. he tossed the book in his hands down onto the table, got into the impala, and drove to the nearest gas station. a quick beer run wouldn’t hurt and, to buy himself just a little more time outside of the bunker, he could fill baby’s tank up in the process. after he grabbed a six pack, he made his way to the counter, and while paying for it, found himself flirting with the smiling cashier. he couldn’t help but flirt back. she was cute and, well, he really didn’t want to go back to the bunker.

it was the sound of a familiar voice behind him that pulled dean’s attention away from the cashier.

“cas?” dean muttered to himself as he looked over his shoulder. there castiel stood, causing him to smile.

“uh, thanks.” the hunter nodded to the cashier as he grabbed his bag, proceeding to move over to the angel. he gently grasped his arm to guide them away from the counter, so that they were no longer within an earshot of the cashier. once he felt they were a comfortable distance away, he used his free arm to pull the other male in for quick hug before releasing him. “man, am i glad to see you. i was worried. i was beginning to think you were—” shaking his head to dismiss the thought of his best friend being dead or gone, he carried on, “i prayed. if it weren’t for sam telling me he’d found you—"dean stopped when he finally took the opportunity to really look at the expression on castiel’s face. he didn’t know what to make of it. confusion? sadness? anger? “he said you were having memory issues but—cas, it’s me. dean. you remember me…right?”

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JASON:

“FUCK.” the words are out of jason’s mouth before he could process his thoughts. his hands wipe at his split lip, taking in the sight of blood on his thumb before drawing his bottom lip into his lip and sucking away from the sting of injury. “what fucking dipshit leaves a broken glass for someone to use in a bar?” he gives a look of accusation at the bartender and releases his lip. “if i wanted to go back to the fucking grave, i would have fucking asked for bleach as a drink - not  macallan.” 

dean had already had it with this confusing ‘appeared-on-an-island-with-fuzzy-memories-and-missing-loved-ones’ situation in which he still had no explanation for. he tried to remind himself that he was fortunate that he had located sam, which was best case scenario. with his brother, he was confident that, together, they would eventually figure out what was going on. but as of then, they were empty handed, unsure how they’d gotten there, and who was responsible for it. it was frustrating, and it was that frustration that had led dean to the bar. he needed a drink or two to take the edge off.

he had been seated at the bar, beer in hand, when he heard a voice next to him that was undoubtedly angry as it berated the bartender. dean arched a brow, looking over at the dark-haired man, who he had paid no attention to until now, considering he had been lost in his own thoughts. gaze shifting back and forth from the man to the bartender as he ranted on, dean took a drink of his beer before he decided to intervene. “dude. a little dramatic, no?” he began as he used his free hand to gesture at the man’s wounded thumb. “now, i’m no doctor, but i’ve been in a couple fights in my time and i can assure you, you aren’t going to bleed out.”

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QUINN:

(¸.• ♛ → Being in this place wasn’t that bad, at least she wasn’t in Ohio anymore because honestly for a moment she thought that all her life was going to be just there and she hated that idea. She was happy here and the best thing? She has a house that she was sharing with a friend so that was something. 

Right now she was in her house just chilling a bit and drinking some soda until she heard the door. The blonde turned around placing the glass on the table and approached to the door so that way she just opened it. “Uhm, sure, I guess.” She says now opening the door so he would be able to enter. “However if you want to know how we are here, you are really wasting your time with me.”

dean muttered an inaudible “oh” to himself when his eyes settled on the blonde woman who answered the door. he didn’t know exactly what it was that he had expecting, but he knew it wasn’t someone so beautiful. “great, thanks.” he responded, the words almost getting caught in his throat, forcing him to clear it with a gentle cough. when she stepped aside so that he could enter, he took the opportunity, tucking the badge back into his coat pocket. once inside, he briefly looked around the foyer before he turned his attention back to the blonde, only to find himself caught off guard once more. this time, by her words, rather than her appearance.

“how we are here?” he repeated after her. clearly, whoever or whatever she was, she knew something about the strange situation. “how long have you been here?” he asked, arching a brow. “and how did you get here?” he had to figure out what she knew and asses if her knowledge came from being a victim of the situation -- like him -- or if it was because she was responsible for it. he wouldn’t be surprised if it were the latter. while he was saddened by the thought, in his experience, it was always the pretty ones who turned out to be witches.

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grade-a-freak‌:

“shut up.” sam said, shaking his head and pulling his older brother into a firm hug. he was so relieved to see his brother, the impala. the car he loved so much, that felt like a second home. “i’ve been looking everywhere for you. jesus, i thought you were dead.” he pulled away and looked at dean, placing his hands on his shoulders. “what happened to you? do you have all of your memories?” he knew who castiel was, which was certainly a good thing. “yeah, i was jogging. i’ve been here for months trying to find you,  and trying to figure out a way off this stupid island, and i’ve been looking for you non-stop, but i’ve been living my life too. or trying to.” he couldn’t believe dean was finally here, he was starting to give up hope of ever seeing his brother again, of being stuck on his godforsaken island forever. “cas is here, but his memories are all jacked up and he doesn’t remember us, but now you’re here, we can get them back, and dean– charlie is back, and she’s here. i don’t know how, but she’s here.”

when sam pulled him in for a hug, dean brought a hand to his back, patting it reassuringly as he always did. “dead? me? c’mon, man. even if i had been, when has that ever stopped me, huh?” once his younger brother pulled back from their embrace, he looked at him. “i woke up in the bunker a couple days ago.” he began, realizing that he was right in suspecting that something was wrong, considering that his memories, or the lack thereof, were referenced by the younger hunter right away. “i don’t know how to explain it.” he hesitated. “it’s like those jigsaw puzzles we used to do when we were kids, you know? the ones you begged me to do while we waited for dad to come back from a hunt. i’ve got all the pieces, but they’re scattered, and i didn’t have my brainy little brother there to help me put everything together this time.” it was when sam referenced that he had been there for months that dean mimicked him, placing his hands on his shoulders. “whoa, slow down. what? months? what do you mean you’ve been here for months? where the hell have i been?” he asked, a question that was directed at himself more than it was his brother. “cas is here?” dean sighed with relief. not only had he found sam, but castiel was here, too, safe and sound; and based on how alarmed his brother had seemed by the situation they were in, he’d learned that the more power they had, the better the chances they had getting out of it. “charlie too? awesome.” dean smiled to himself, but it quickly faded when he asked. “wait. what about jack? did you find jack?”

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