Posts by dean

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸dean had heard the mention of alcohol and he was off. not to say dean was so horribly dependent on booze that he jumped at the chance to find more but windclan's alcohol stores were painfully bare and not to mention tasted a hell of a lot worse than that cheap beer sam and him use to drink back in their universe. dean was living on the bare minimum and barely keeping his sh*t together with the hallucinations sammy was experiencing. had he not being holding a grudge against cas, he might have asked the angel for a favor but that sure as hell wasn't happening now.

trotting up to the border, the demon blade wielding canine would look around for one of the group's members, more specifically xael. from what he'd heard they would be more than willing to provide some booze in exchange for a bit of cash. that and they were a bit mellower in reputation than some of the group's other dealers. however, the hunter still brought the demon blade. this place was shady as f*ck and dean wasn't looking for a one way ticket back to hell just yet.

"i'm looking to purchase something from xael," announces the winchester loudly before quieting down to listen for signs that someone was approaching. he wasn't looking for trouble just yet.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸was it really that close to christmas? sh*t, dean had lost a lot of time but hey, he hadn't missed christmas. god, when was the last time he actually had a semi-normal christmas, much less a decorated one? sure, there was the whole evil santa/pagan god holiday extravaganza but did that one really count? did it even matter at this point? it was f*cking christmas and for once dean could enjoy it without worrying about ganking some ebenezer scrooge of a monster. "i'm in," calls out the massive wolfdog as they trot over. there was no way he was going to miss out on this.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸dean wasn't drunk yet. hell, he hadn't been drunk since the shojo, or at least that was the last drunk incident he remembered. god bless fred jones for starting him so young. light green eyes jump to the unnamed chick as she comments about how if he was drunk he wouldn't remember. hell if he was drunk, they'd know. this was not drunk dean. "i'm not that far gone yet." not to mention, dean knew fully well who his father was. the b*stard wasn't winning dad of the year anytime soon but he gave it his best goddamn shot.

3/5
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸caroline had froze. one of the most powerful beings dean knew of froze. what the hell did that mean? no, it didn't mean anything. she was just scared. she could save sam. she had as good as promised she would save sam. if sam died because of her that weight would fall on dean. he knew what she was, he knew what she could do and he led her straight to his vulnerable little brother in his own desperation. dean didn't want to regret not calling on a demon or an angel to help them out. this couldn't be happening. it couldn't be dean's fault. he could never live with that.

out of the corner of his eyes, the down-right terrified dog notices caroline moving forward. had dean not found himself so goddamn shocked he might have tried to stop her. hell, he almost did but it was too late, the vixen's paw had already connected with sam's seizing form to roll him over on his back. the action itself offered a bit of reassurance to the hunter. she cared, or he could only hope that meant she cared and she wasn't about to rip sam's chest open. no, she wasn't going to do that. it was caroline, he had to cling to the idea it was the caroline he'd grown to know and sam had grown to love.

dean meets caroline's almost lifeless eyes with his own fearfully animated ones with a silent plea. please, whatever you have to do. she had dean's permission to do whatever it took to save his little brother. whether or not she needed it, dean couldn't be mad at her for whatever happened as long as sammy lived.

by this point dean was utterly and completely useless and would stand protective close to sam's body as the vixen deliberately placed a paw onto sam's shoulder. please work. a moment passes filled with the sounds of the inhabitants harsh breathing as caroline stares down at sam. nothing was happening. sam wasn't getting better. or nothing was happening, it wasn't until dean noticed the tears dripping silently down the vixen's face did the dark reflect from the darkness alert him to its presence. slowly the darkness spread to envelop the room to the point where dean lost track of what was going on. even standing not even a foot away from sammy he couldn't make out his brother's or caroline's forms and the amount of trust dean would have to put into the literal darkness herself was probably more than had ever been demanded of the hunter before.

and it was terrifying to know his little brother's life was in the hands of a being god himself had tried locking away.

thunder crashes outside the cabin as lightning strikes the ground, causing the wolfdog to shoot out a leg out to steady himself. that meant it was working right? not exactly, it meant that caroline was definitely doing something but whether or not it would be enough was unknown. the number of prayer his damned soul sent out in those few moments were probably more than dean had prayed in total in his lifetime and may ever would again.

as suddenly as it had started, the scene faded to leave dean facing a terrified and bloodied caroline. oh what the hell. another spike of panic strikes through dean as the hunter comes to the realization that if she had failed he'd be left alone in some random *ss universe with no one. still in a state close to shock, the hunter would merely stare with wide eyes as the vixen asked what had happened before her legs collapsed on herself and she crumpled towards the ground.

without thinking, the massive dog would lung forward. no, no, no, no. this couldn't be happening. dean couldn't lose both. trying to make sure the vixen didn't hit her head, dean would give the femme a teary-eyed once over. maybe she was just out of juice. cas had that problem before. she wasn't dead. the darkness wouldn't die because she tried to remove hallucinations -right? no, she'd be fine. she had to be. the one person here dean wasn't sure if they could pull through was sam.

moving away from the vixen still praying that she had merely worn herself out, dean would hurry over towards sam. he had to check on sammy. they had to be fine. for all dean knew caroline had juiced herself out trying to save sam. sam had the better chances at the moment. sam had to be alive. caroline had to have saved his little brother. dean couldn't lose two people in one day, not like this. the first tear rolls down the wolf dogs face as he gives sam a gentle shake with his own ears pinned back. "sammy?" dean questions in a broken, pleading whimper. i'm begging you, please let sammy be okay.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸*tosses dean in*
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸congrats frosty!
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸batter u need to stop asap
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸dean could only watch as the convulsions started up again. it didn't work. caroline was out of the game and sam was still sick and dean couldn't do anything. he'd never felt this helpless before. sure, sam had died before but it wasn't anything like this. he had never had to watch his brother's death being dragged out like this. no, they weren't dying. caroline had put all of her juice into healing sam. he'd be fine. sam would have to be fine. that was the only outcome, sammy being alive, well and generally happy. that was dean's wish and for a moment it seemed as if it was coming through.

the hunter watches as his brother's body suddenly stills. immediately his thoughts jump to the worst outcome. they were dead. thankfully, the moment was over before dean could fully process it. a sigh of relief leaves him as the visible wounds on sam's body begin to fade away. the canine's shoulder slump in temporary relief as he realizes that it worked. caroline did it. she saved sammy. "sam?" the hunter calls out softly giving his limp sibling a nudge. perhaps they were asleep? it was easy to see how sam would be mentally and physically tired from their battle with lucifer. hell, dean almost believed it until he saw the glaze over sam's eyes.

"sam!" lurching forward, the hunter would give the other wolfdog a fierce shake. no. no, no, no! this wasn't suppose to happen. their injuries were gone! why wasn't it working? it should have worked. so why didn't it work? "sam! you gotta snap out of it man!" demands the older sibling as they give sam one final shake before dropping his paws. okay. maybe it was a coma. that was plausible, right? that would be the only reason sam wasn't waking up was because their brain had shut down to recover. in order to confirm his suspicions the dog would hold a paw over their sibling's mouth to check for the usual hot puff of air to signal that they were breathing. a second passes, and then five more. nothing. "sam?" as the bubbling panic begins to rise, the dog would slam their head down to the other's chest to listen for a heartbeat only to come up fruitless.

this couldn't be happening. dean didn't believe it. scrambling back up, the wolfdog would place his two front paws on sam's chest and begin the compressions. "c'mon sammy." one...two...three...four..."you're not dying on me now sam. wake up!" snarls out the hunter not even bothering to hide the tears running down his face. dean couldn't lose sam. he'd lost them too many times already. hell, he lost him once already in the last few minutes alone. god couldn't be cruel enough to give him hope before ripping it all away a minute later, could he?
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸well
who needed to be happy anyways right?
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸SURE
WHERE'S THE THREAD
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸thanks fam

dude
yes

of course he'd say that batter lmao
dean muttering in the background "i wasn't always a dog"

edit:
duncan: *starts flopping*
dean: what do we do sammy?
sam: immmm
dean: GET HIM OFF OF US YOU MOOSE

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duncan:...
dean:...
dean: bad dog *sprays with holy water*

I'm sorry fren

YAY DOCCY ME TOO
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸light green eyes flick to the feline as they appear moments after he asked for her. huh, how convenient of them, now if only summoning horsemen were that easy. the hunter's eyes would scrutinize the she-cat before she speaks. 'well hello, handsome.' at the comment, the dog lets out an amused chuckle. cats weren't really his thing, not to mention it was a blessing at this point that his allergies had yet to act up.

so this was xael. dean hadn't heard much about the femme other than she lived here and she was willing to part with some pretty strong alcohol. not to mention, she wasn't a demon from what he could tell either. dean really didn't need one of hell's b*tches trying to undermine him during the exchange. "some of the strongest alcohol you got." money wasn't really an issue. he may or may not have swiped a sizable sum of coins from a lone demonic npc that smelled heavily of bloodclan on his way over to kill two birds with one stone. dean figured as long as the chick got her money it wouldn't matter where it came from, not that she'd know this of course.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸beautiful

dean had ended up staying behind to keep researching while sam went out to get the milk. normally this situation went the other way around but it was one thing, if sam was itching to get up and do something so much they could go out and get it. meanwhile, dean would stay nice and warm in the trio's temporary base sipping at a cheap beer as he tried to figure out what the hell they were dealing with. unfortunately caroline wasn't being of much help. she was in the kitchen baking, they had enough che- oh! ha! he knew there was a reason he decided to stay behind and "research".

almost as if on cue, the man heard caroline announcing that she couldn't eat all of this by herself. she didn't need to ask twice. Beer and research forgotten, the man would rise quickly out of his car and slide into the kitchen. "i'm more than willing to help you with that," declares the man as he circles around the counter trying to figure out which one to help himself to first. what was caroline going to do, throw a wooden spoon at him? she had just said she couldn't eat everything on her own and when it came to pie she had to of known he would have been summoned faster than a demon at the chance of one of their souls.

grabbing a nearby knife, the pie-loving hunter would begin slicing out a pie of the pecan pie while keeping one eye on caroline. based on previous experiences, he knew better than to just help himself without being ready for her retaliation. dean did not want to be hit by a whatever baking utensil that caroline just happened to pick up to chuck at him as punishment for taking her food.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸noticing the threat of the spoon, dean instinctively ducks lower against the countertop. he did not need a head from a wooden spoon. thankfully, caroline caught herself before she threw it. watching her for a second, the hunter would straighten up before returning to his task at hand. hell yes. fresh pie and no need to hide it from caroline.

at the comment about getting a plate, dean would offer the woman a mischievous grin before pulling the pie out and taking a bite of it as is. jesus christ was that good. a low moan leaves the man's mouth through his mouthful of pie. oh f*ck that was really good. sh*t, he should probably listen to caroline before she revokes his free pie rights. reaching for one of the plates, the man would quickly set the slice of pie down before sliding the cherry pie towards him. serving himself another piece the hunter would offer his companion a gleeful grin. half the time they either had convenience store pies or one to share between all of them, usually one dean would stash off elsewhere for later.

"god, i love you caroline," remarks the hunter before digging back into pecan pie. best pie -best day- ever.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸much to the canine's relief he'd found the right person. dean had been on the hunt for decent alcohol since he popped up in the clans after the purgatory time lapse fiasco and so far they proved fruitless until he wanted to fight off an angry snow angel. you knew who it was, don't deny it. nah, dean was perfectly fine with trading these coins for some liquor, not to mention it got him out of windclan for a bit. despite the comfort and the slow home-like feeling it was beginning to have didn't mean the normally nomadic hunter would settle into it with ease.

dean watches as two bottles magically appear. had he not gotten use to the weird mojo everyone around here seemed to be using he might had freaked. he would have taken the alcohol anyways, if he learned anything from the avengers it was that the gods had some serious booze laying around and if magic booze even came close to it the alcoholic could reach that happy buzz in no time. he had asked for her strongest considering all of the sh*t that was happening back at camp. dean didn't need a beer, he needed some serious alcohol to cope with everything that went down.

"sure thing," barks out the wolfdog as they reach back and grab the small pouch they carried next to their blade. pulling out the money, the hunter would drop the coins into the pouch before taking the bottles. he was ready to make the trip back to windclan when the chick asked for a name. "john bonham," the dog supplies with an easy smile. he didn't need his name on any documents floating around in the cartel. he'd seen the number of demons running around and he really didn't need to drag that sh*t back home with him. not to mention, dean doubted that anyone in this universe knew the names of the band members of led zeppelin.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸a tight-lipped smile appears on the mans face feeling the shove. normally it would have been a grin but he had pie in his mouth. he'd much rather eat it that show it off to caroline. still leaning against the counter, the hunter would watch as the dark-haired woman moves the extra, dirtied dishes into the sink before wrapping up the pies for later. and by later dean meant sometime within the next couple of hours because he could.

grinning happily down at his plate, the blonde would go in for another pie when suddenly two beers were being waggled in his face. caroline knew how to treat him right. at the offer, or rather demand, that they go watch tv, dean would glance back over at the wrapped pies before pushing off the counter. yeah, he could do with some tv. would he get an earful about not researching later from sam? probably but if they had a problem they could bring it up with their girlfriend. it was caroline's over-baking tendencies that had drawn him away from his researching.

striding after caroline, dean would make himself comfortable on the other end of the couch. once settled, deen would reach over to take the second beer from caroline while asking, "anything in particular you wanna watch?" she made the pie that dean would eventually consume (for the most part) single-handedly, he might as well try to appease her now before she woke up the next morning and three out of the five pies where mysteriously gone.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸sam wasn't moving. why wasn't he moving? the panic continued to pulse through the wolfdog as he keeps up with the compressions. dammit sammy, breathe! through his jumbled and almost hysterical thoughts, the man heard caroline mutter something that sounded close to sorry. the apology itself didn't help one bit. not when he could hear her ragged breaths coming in an irregular manner or how he could see the blue liquid being spat out of her mouth as the vixen fights to hang on herself. dean was just one person. he couldn't help both. he couldn't save everyone. hell, at the moment he wasn't saving anyone. caroline was dying. sam was dying. everyone else had died. everyone was dying. god sam, please.

forcing himself to keep up with the compressions and try to not focus on the fact two people where dying around him, dean would listen as the vixen weakly slurs out the thoughts that ran parallel to those had hid in dean's own head. god it hurt to hear. even if she was the darkness, no one should think that while they were dying. out of the corner of blurred vision, dean could make out the sight of the vixen's paw reaching out towards sam. it's going to kill her, his brain ever so eagerly supplies. dean wanted to stop her, he did but he couldn't. it was sammy's life on the life and as long as he could remember everything had been about sam. keeping his little brother safe, fed, and relatively happy was dean's priority back then as much as it was now. and currently dean was failing at all of that.

as soon as caroline's paw connects to sam, the wolfdog feels his brother pull in a sharp breath. oh thank god. he could cry with relief, or he would have if he wasn't already crying. staying frozen above sam mid-compression, dean would watch as they extend a weak paw up to his chest before giving him a gentle nudge in hopes of getting him off. right! right, he was probably making it hard to breath now that sam was functioning on his own. quickly scrambling to get off, the canine would take a slight step back (leaving just enough room for sam to stand up if they so pleased) as a shaky sigh of relief leaves him.

the moment sam drags him in for a hug the wolfdog's tail goes ballistic. normally dean controlled that action since he thought it was just plain weird but he didn't give two damns at the moment. sam was fine. he was alive. "you can't scare me like this," mutters the dog, mainly to himself as he returns the gesture. thank you caroline and whoever else had played a positive role in all this.

while embracing his little brother, the elder sibling fells sam struggling to keep his weight on his feet. at one point they had murmured something about caroline but she'd have to wait. caroline would have to understand sammy came first, dean needed to make sure sam wasn't going to lapse before he ran over to try and help her as well. doing his best to support sam's weight, dean would gently begin lowering sam back down to the floor. "easy now." once dean made sure sam was safely seated, he would position himself eye level with his younger brother to let his eyes search their face. much to dean's relief, their eyes seemed much clearer and brighter than they had before once he ignored the obvious fatigue sam was feeling from the whole endeavor. "it's gonna be alright, little brother," murmurs the older canine with one last intense once over. sammy seemed to be out of the woods but now caro had dived in head first.

caroline. how was he suppose to help her? get her a place to sleep until her mojo recovered? was she even still alive. she was conscious enough to slur out a few phrases earlier and dean could only hope she was lucid enough to hang tight until he could find a way to fix this. positioning himself so he could keep an eye on sam, the wolfdog would focus on caroline. she was going to be fine, the worst was over -right? she was an immortal, a powerful one at that. she was the sister of god, she could pull through this. she'd be fine. yeah. she'd be fine. "hey, you're not dying on us yet, caroline. i like your pies too much to let that happen," jokes the hunter as he racks his mind for an idea as to what to do next. the gratitude the dog felt right now was indescribable. she'd saved sam. she had saved his little brother and it was only fair that he found a way to save her. that's now it worked.

snatching up the long-forgotten blanket sam had been using, the tear-stained dog would begin tearing it quickly into shreds. she was bleeding and dean had no idea if someone like her could bleed out to the point of permeant death but he didn't want to risk it. it wasn't like dean had any powers aside from the flower thing, he couldn't heal her. he couldn't transfer some of the pain no matter how much he wanted too. it was his fault sam was in this mess. he hadn't realized sammy's soul was still trapped in the cage so long again. he hadn't been able to contact death in time to call in a favor. he hadn't noticed fast enough to prevent the hallucinations from getting this bad. it was dean's fault, caroline might be a monster in her own eyes but dean thought he deserved the pain more than anyone here.

as he began wrapping the shreds of cloth around the barely conscious vixen, two words would fall softly from his mouth as he worked. "thank you." dean was hardly one for these kind of mushy moments but he was tired. he had almost lost both of them and with any luck he could help 'save' them too. not that they should have needed saving in the first place. if dean had just been a better brother none of this would have ever happened. hell, cas might have never had lucifer take residence in their head either. sure, the angel had been the one to break the wall but if dean could have prevented this before the wall was even in place he could have stopped this. if he had actually looked for sam after they fell in the cage he might have been able to have stopped all this from happening before it even began. if he lost either of them, the weight of their death would fall on the guilt-ridden hunter's already worn shoulders.

//whoa, where did that come from
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸oh hell yes. already dean had had more snowball fights here than he had back in their universe in the past ten years. as soon as the first snowball flew the hunter had ducked behind a snowbank and began rolling up his own snowball. as much as dean would have loved to smack negan in the back of the head with it, the well-aimed hunter would launch it towards aurumina. nothing too hard of course, they were just a kid. but since they had hurled one towards oliver it only seemed fair they get one thrown at them too.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt][font=arial]▸negan was definitely off his rocker. the fact the guy was practically married to a wired baseball bat should be enough to tell anyone that. "never thought i'd hear someone arguing that they were crazy," grunts the massive wolfdog as he strides over to investigate, his head turning slightly to watch the unstable femme bounce off. that was blood all over her right?

"she's new," remarks the hunter as he gives the can a quizzical look. dean wouldn't be much help with the cans either. "so what's the deal with baseball player number two?" while dean and harley had yet to meet, he had noticed the bat she had dragged along with her in the camp.
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