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Due to recent events, I may be taking some time away from role playing and for this I'm sorry. It's better off in the long run for my mental state but feel free to ask for my skype or AIM if you want to keep in touch.
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I am Dean Winchester, Archangel of Pain and hunter of evil.
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Due to recent events, I’ll likely be taking time away from role playing. I do really apologize for this but I need time to fix a few things in my life and being here, on Dean isn’t a great thing for me right now. 

I’d also like to put in as a side note that Dean nor myself will have anything to do with the Crowley role player or character from this point forward. There were personal issues and even if you come to me asking, I wont discuss it. It’s a touchy matter and I need time to let things sink in. 

Back Together [Sam | Dean]

laptopandlostshoes:

fakesmilesandshotguns:

"Well, there’s a few people I need to take care of then there’s a hunt in Texas. Something about horses going wild and cloning themselves some how." he started up the car again to keep on the road, trying to focus on anything but having to lie to Sam anymore. He hated having to lie to his baby brother.

"Alright." Sam nods, ready to start helping out however he can. "Any research you need me to do?"

"You could probably search up on the breed and if there’s been any other spontaneous cloning animals. I mean, it’s kind of odd." he shrugs, humming a little as he drives.

j2minion:

fakesmilesandshotguns:

"I don’t want to hurt you! I don’t want you to get older hating me because I fucked you up thinking it’s okay for us to… to be more than brothers, Sammy. I couldn’t stand if you hated me." he told his brother, heart pounding in his chest as he sat in the car.

"Dean, you’re my brother. I could never hate you….granted you annoy me sometimes but still…." Sam replies, still standing outside of the car. "..Besides, I’m old enough to make my own decisions and I’d be a willing participant if we started anything….so you wouldn’t be the only one to blame.."

"But I’m older. I should know better. Shit…" he rubs his hand over his face and makes a long, exasperated noise before tipping his head back against the seat. "I should know better and I still don’t seem to care. I still want it all and I… I feel like a sick fuck for it."

j2minion:

fakesmilesandshotguns:

"I don’t want to hurt you! I don’t want you to get older hating me because I fucked you up thinking it’s okay for us to… to be more than brothers, Sammy. I couldn’t stand if you hated me." he told his brother, heart pounding in his chest as he sat in the car.

"Dean, you’re my brother. I could never hate you….granted you annoy me sometimes but still…." Sam replies, still standing outside of the car. "..Besides, I’m old enough to make my own decisions and I’d be a willing participant if we started anything….so you wouldn’t be the only one to blame.."

"But I’m older. I should know better. Shit…" he rubs his hand over his face and makes a long, exasperated noise before tipping his head back against the seat. "I should know better and I still don’t seem to care. I still want it all and I… I feel like a sick fuck for it."

j2minion:

fakesmilesandshotguns:

Dean sighed heavily and dropped to his knees at the side of the bed. He had fucked up again and now Sam was gone. Sam was running from him and he wasn’t sure if it was such a good idea to just sit and sulk when he knew what kind of assholes there were out there. So he dragged himself up and got out to the car to follow him, pulling in front of his baby brother to block his path. “Sam! Sam, get in the car! We can talk, okay?”

Sam skids to a halt so he doesn’t run into the Impala and wipes at the drying tears from his cheeks. “What else is there to talk about? You already let it be known that nothing can happen…” he sniffles, on the ready to keep walking if needed.

"I don’t want to hurt you! I don’t want you to get older hating me because I fucked you up thinking it’s okay for us to… to be more than brothers, Sammy. I couldn’t stand if you hated me." he told his brother, heart pounding in his chest as he sat in the car.

j2minion:

fakesmilesandshotguns:

Dean sighed heavily and dropped to his knees at the side of the bed. He had fucked up again and now Sam was gone. Sam was running from him and he wasn’t sure if it was such a good idea to just sit and sulk when he knew what kind of assholes there were out there. So he dragged himself up and got out to the car to follow him, pulling in front of his baby brother to block his path. “Sam! Sam, get in the car! We can talk, okay?”

Sam skids to a halt so he doesn’t run into the Impala and wipes at the drying tears from his cheeks. “What else is there to talk about? You already let it be known that nothing can happen…” he sniffles, on the ready to keep walking if needed.

"I don’t want to hurt you! I don’t want you to get older hating me because I fucked you up thinking it’s okay for us to… to be more than brothers, Sammy. I couldn’t stand if you hated me." he told his brother, heart pounding in his chest as he sat in the car.

Back Together [Sam | Dean]

laptopandlostshoes:

fakesmilesandshotguns:

Dean made an annoyed huff and waved a hand to clear his jacket of the blood. “It’s probably old or something…” he tried to lie again. “I went on a lot of hunts. I don’t always wash my jacket between kills.”

"Okay fine." Sam sighs, accepting the lie. However, he won’t tell his older brother that he doesn’t buy said lie since he doesn’t want a huge argument to start. "…So where we headed to..?" Sam questions in hopes to change the subject.

"Well, there’s a few people I need to take care of then there’s a hunt in Texas. Something about horses going wild and cloning themselves some how." he started up the car again to keep on the road, trying to focus on anything but having to lie to Sam anymore. He hated having to lie to his baby brother.

I swear, I did nothing! She found me! I never deal with Hell, ever! When they fucking betrayed me by trying to kill Cupcake and then killing me, I was done with them. This demon is nuts about me for some reason. She said she wants to learn my powers to use them for her job, I told her no.
hellsmostwantedsiblings

You could do a blood spell on her. Make sure she can’t find you or get near you. 

I guess I know it would happen with being a star but she's a revenge demon. Why am I so important to her? She know what and who I am. She popped into my room, Dean, and laid next to me.
hellsmostwantedsiblings

A revenge demon? What did you do and who did you do it to? -frowns-

j2minion:

fakesmilesandshotguns:

Dean let it happen, for at least 10 seconds before he pulled away anyways. Then he just gawked at Sam in awe before wrapping his arms around him, his entire body shaking. “We don’t have to do this, Sam. We don’t. I’ll be a better brother and I wont yell anymore. I wont even drink if you don’t like it.”

Sam’s face crumbles with hurt. In his mind that was a rejection, Dean saying no. “Just…just forget it..” He shoves out of his brother’s arms and bolts out of the room, running out the front door to just run. He had no idea where he was running, just that he needed to get away for a while. Sam tried to fight the onslaught of tears but couldn’t, letting them rain down his cheeks as he berated himself.

Dean sighed heavily and dropped to his knees at the side of the bed. He had fucked up again and now Sam was gone. Sam was running from him and he wasn’t sure if it was such a good idea to just sit and sulk when he knew what kind of assholes there were out there. So he dragged himself up and got out to the car to follow him, pulling in front of his baby brother to block his path. “Sam! Sam, get in the car! We can talk, okay?”

j2minion:

fakesmilesandshotguns:

Dean let it happen, for at least 10 seconds before he pulled away anyways. Then he just gawked at Sam in awe before wrapping his arms around him, his entire body shaking. “We don’t have to do this, Sam. We don’t. I’ll be a better brother and I wont yell anymore. I wont even drink if you don’t like it.”

Sam’s face crumbles with hurt. In his mind that was a rejection, Dean saying no. “Just…just forget it..” He shoves out of his brother’s arms and bolts out of the room, running out the front door to just run. He had no idea where he was running, just that he needed to get away for a while. Sam tried to fight the onslaught of tears but couldn’t, letting them rain down his cheeks as he berated himself.

Dean sighed heavily and dropped to his knees at the side of the bed. He had fucked up again and now Sam was gone. Sam was running from him and he wasn’t sure if it was such a good idea to just sit and sulk when he knew what kind of assholes there were out there. So he dragged himself up and got out to the car to follow him, pulling in front of his baby brother to block his path. “Sam! Sam, get in the car! We can talk, okay?”

Back Together [Sam | Dean]

laptopandlostshoes:

fakesmilesandshotguns:

"The what?!" he squawks, pulling off to the side before looking at his shoulder and paling. He had been so careful. "I… I don’t know how that got there…" he lied, hoping Sam wouldn’t see through him.

Sam rolls his eyes. “Oh come on Dean! Stop acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about when the topic was brought up in the diner.” His brother could be so annoying at times.

Dean made an annoyed huff and waved a hand to clear his jacket of the blood. “It’s probably old or something…” he tried to lie again. “I went on a lot of hunts. I don’t always wash my jacket between kills.”

~ n e s t i n g ~ [dean | michael]

malusangelus:

fakesmilesandshotguns:

"Flirting with me, Michael?" he asked cockily, slowly, teasingly moving forward to the nest. It was gorgeous the way it had been set up and if he didn’t know better, he would have sworn he saw some of his clothes in there. "Surprised you haven’t ask for some of my feathers yet. Castiel always said you liked golden wings after all." he trilled, his wings fluffing as he noticed how Michael looked up at them.

      “I can renounce my invitation, Dean,” Michael warned, though there was little substance to his threat. In that moment, he would honestly court anything with a pulse, though he had a certain preference for the familiar. For all the trouble Dean had caused him over the years, he was familiar, and his presence made Michael feel at ease. “I need to know where to put them before I ask for them,” he said eventually, averting his gaze from the other angel’s wings to survey his nest once more.

Dean circled the nest, looking down at it adoringly and smiled. “May I place a few?” he asked, knowing full well it was dangerous to even ask to touch another angel’s nest much less add to it but then again Dean never was one for rules. And he liked living on the edge.

This girl, she's a attractive, but she keeps following me and creepily flirting with me. -hides his face-
hellsmostwantedsiblings

-scratches behind Mor’s ear- Are you sure she’s stalking you or is she just trying to get your attention?

DEAN HIDE ME, I HAVE A STALKER!
hellsmostwantedsiblings

-squawks-

A stalker?!

Who?!

~ n e s t i n g ~ [dean | michael]

malusangelus:

fakesmilesandshotguns:

Dean chuckles softly as he circles Michael, watching him closely while the other angel builds and perfects his cozy nest. “Nesting season, Mikey? Have anyone… special in mind?” he asks in a soft but rumbly voice, wings popping out as if he almost wanted it to be him. After all, he looked up to Michael now that he was an angel, respected and envied him more.

      Michael glanced behind him as he heard Dean’s voice. He still hadn’t gotten accustomed to the hunter as an archangel, and sometimes he simply tried to pretend the elder Winchester was still human. “I didn’t have anyone in mind, at present,” he said casually, repositioning a few feathers. He glanced up at Dean’s wings, however, and he couldn’t help smirking a little. “Perhaps you’d like to join me?”

"Flirting with me, Michael?" he asked cockily, slowly, teasingly moving forward to the nest. It was gorgeous the way it had been set up and if he didn’t know better, he would have sworn he saw some of his clothes in there. "Surprised you haven’t ask for some of my feathers yet. Castiel always said you liked golden wings after all." he trilled, his wings fluffing as he noticed how Michael looked up at them.

j2minion:

fakesmilesandshotguns:

"I… it’s… I don’t…" Dean stumbled over the right words to say to his baby brother, wondering if he should let things slide into place the way he wanted, take his brother as his own but then… it wouldn’t be fair to keep his brother, not let him have his own experiences. "Sammy… it’s… it’s not right. We’re just… we just don’t get out enough. You gotta get to other people." he shook his head again and sighed. He was so wrong for even mentioning it.

"Last time I tried to be with someone else it didn’t go so well…remember?" Sam states, no heat behind his words. "…’Sides," He walks even closer to Dean until he was just an inch or so away. "every guy I am with or look at…I compare them to you…" Sam got an idea, a crazy one at that but he chose to grab the bull by the horns and kissed his brother. It was now or never and it may very well be the only time he got to kiss Dean.

Dean let it happen, for at least 10 seconds before he pulled away anyways. Then he just gawked at Sam in awe before wrapping his arms around him, his entire body shaking. “We don’t have to do this, Sam. We don’t. I’ll be a better brother and I wont yell anymore. I wont even drink if you don’t like it.”

j2minion:

fakesmilesandshotguns:

"I… it’s… I don’t…" Dean stumbled over the right words to say to his baby brother, wondering if he should let things slide into place the way he wanted, take his brother as his own but then… it wouldn’t be fair to keep his brother, not let him have his own experiences. "Sammy… it’s… it’s not right. We’re just… we just don’t get out enough. You gotta get to other people." he shook his head again and sighed. He was so wrong for even mentioning it.

"Last time I tried to be with someone else it didn’t go so well…remember?" Sam states, no heat behind his words. "…’Sides," He walks even closer to Dean until he was just an inch or so away. "every guy I am with or look at…I compare them to you…" Sam got an idea, a crazy one at that but he chose to grab the bull by the horns and kissed his brother. It was now or never and it may very well be the only time he got to kiss Dean.

Dean let it happen, for at least 10 seconds before he pulled away anyways. Then he just gawked at Sam in awe before wrapping his arms around him, his entire body shaking. “We don’t have to do this, Sam. We don’t. I’ll be a better brother and I wont yell anymore. I wont even drink if you don’t like it.”