Posts by dean

whoop
time for stalking

I DUNNO
MAYBE THAT'S WHY I DIDN'T DO IT

BATTER EXPLAIN

YESSSSSSSS dean and death need another thread anyways
YOU BETTER IF YOU NEED TO TALK TO SOMEONE IM HERE BUT LET'S GET THIS DONE
AND HELL YEAH YOU WILL

rip

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%] like hell he was going to fold. besides, was vader really going to break his leverage? it wasn't like he knew sammy was back and even if he did, he was pretty sure his little brother could find a way to defend himself. "break it and you can watch victorianpaw slowly die at the hands of this demon," the dog states, eyes narrowing dangerously. it was just bronze, not glass. it wouldn't break. dent maybe but it was fixable. he couldn't. he wasn't some bitch vader could push around. he'd would have been just fine if vader hadn't stepped in. alastair had done worse for much longer. "you can call the deal off or have a little faith in someone who knows what he's going. so what's it going to be pal?"

there was no fucking way that bear was going to carry his ass back to the exiles. besides, he doubted ivan was the quietest thing to ever live. sammy was probably on high alert and mels had ears like a freaking hawk. "it'd be less suspicious if it was just me anyways. hell, i'll make sure it's just me if i have too."

yaaaas

i'm on 12 now
be proud of me zee
c:

"dean please"
"how the hell am i suppose to hide a moose like yourself?"

tbh dean would probably try

lucifer "what the hell are you doing"
sam *is not here*
dean *casual* "what"
"i can see him"
*is still not here*
"who?"

BWAHAHAHHAHAHAHA
YES
LET'S MAKE THIS

drunk? idk

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]why'd he always get awkward around guys? women he could handle just fine. dean was the smoothest motherfucker you would ever see around women but guys? whatever it was, dean tended to shut down and stammer and stumble and just be awkward in general. maybe it worked, it never deterred anyone from pursuing him before but god it felt cringe-y. so naturally when aurelien brushed against him - it wasn't accidentally, dean knew that move- he stiffens in surprise.

dean's mind would go blank for a moment, staring at the cheetah. it would take a second before he would realize that aurelien had asked him a question. "what? uh... yeah.. i uh.." the dog stammers out. you're smooth as hell, winchester. how the hell have you slept with so many people again? he was asking about his paw. alright? yeah. he'd be alright. "yeah, i should be fine, i've had worse." that was a solid answer, right?

1 or 4 maybe?

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]a bright smile would appear on the hunter's face hearing that ivan would be staying here. half the time? no problem. it'd hurt like a bitch but it was doable. anything to keep that bear would traveling with him. "oh, you know i've always loved the challenge," rumbles out the dog. flashing the lion a smile, dean would rise to his feet and grab the slice of meat offered from earlier. vader wanted him back fast then they'd let him take it.

"see ya soon!" dean would chirp out in the most fake voice possible. on that note, he would rise to his feet with a low growl of pain, snatch up the meat, and trot out of the cabin back towards the exiles. sitting to standing hurt like hell on its own, walking was a whole 'nother ball game but he wasn't to let vader know that.

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]dean was slinking around the outskirts of the exiles. not slinking really, more dragging. the blood from negan's bat wound had dried and matted once bronze fur dark red to the point of being black, along with his front legs which were wobbly at best. dean looked like shit. it was plain and simple, which was why he was making his way as quietly as possible to the weapons storage he'd created outside of the territory. sammy knew about it of course, it was one of the first things he'd disclosed after catching up and patching up his brother. he just had to hope that sammy wasn't lurking about.

a whimper escapes the dog's mouth as he shoves the small boulder away from the entrance to the cave. it wasn't much, but it'd served him well so far. not to mention, it looked like just a pile of useless rocks on the side of a hill. nothing special. "the things i do for people," dean mutters to himself as he begins rummaging around the storage and shoving things into his duffle. part of him wished he could ask sammy for the angel balde but there was no way in hell he was about to get his little brother involved so soon. vader said he could bring him but sammy wasn't ready. not to mention, walking into camp like this surely would have mels and possibly slythe riding his ass to heal first -which wasn't going to happen. dean wanted his shit back and to get back on a case, even if it was for that robotic douchebag.

@sammy.

oh god
dean wouldn't know what to do with them
tbh he'd love the little monsters

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]son of a bitch. dean would flinch hearing sammy's voice. who was he kidding. he knew sam just as well as sammy knew him. of course he was going to be lurking about like some creepy ass weirdo. that didn't stop the guilt from bubbling up. shit, he'd good as abandoned sammy with the promise to be back in a few hours. "you're suppose to be resting up in camp," dean grunts out before zipping up the duffle before flinging it over the shoulder with the older wound. there was no way he was going to throw it over the side with open wounds. fuck that hurt, he thinks as he tries his best to stifle a whimper. sam had too much to worry about than dean. they needed to stay here and rest up so they could get back out there. it sucked not having his brother to back him up, but there was no way dean was going to pull sam off the bench until he was ready.

"sam, when i said i'd be back sooner i meant it." vader had him on a deadline. dean wasn't too worried about it to be honest, he was more concerned about the demon-possessed apprentice. "things were uh.. worse than i thought, alright?" it wasn't a lie. hell, if sam bothered to pull his head out of his ass and shove aside their temper tantrum they'd see what kind of shape he was in. not that dean wanted him too. he just wanted to get this hunt over with and back here. he didn't need the nagging and bitching for running off on his own and coming back like this.

really, dean should just brush on by sam and keep going, but there was no way he was going to outrun him. fuck negan with his own bat, son of a bitch tore something. thank god for four legs, even if two were out of commission. "you need to go lay down on an actual bed, sam. not sleep out here, or do whatever the hell you were doing. i'll be back in a bit."

hold up fam
i'm only on 12.2
let's not spoil stuff just yet

ZEE U PROMISED NO SPOILERS IF I WATCHED TO YOUR LIKING
IM FAR AHEAD OKAY
MERCY
UNCLE

UNCLE!!!

speaking of which, i need to find dean-o here some kiddos at one point
death's gonna love the little shits.

don't be rude zee
i gave up studying ap chem for you

major concern here for sammy and lucifer rn

THERE WILL BE NO WINKWONKING

damn
that sucks

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]casa erotica? since when the fuck has sammy been watching that around here. maybe this dude was in the doggy version in this universe. that sounds all sorts of wrong. bad wording there, definitely bad wording. either way, the familiar title was unexpected. not really, but dean didn't want to believe that it was- oh fuck him. "not me."

gabriel wasn't suppose to be here. he 'died' like twice, one with the burnt wings and all. sure death was floating around but that was there. there had to be some sort of weird ass exception in his case right? "aren't you suppose to be dead?" that was one hell of a way to greet someone. everything considered, all three of them should be dead, dean especially thanks to this asshat. 100+ tuesdays my ass. the fuck was he playing at. so excuse dean if he wasn't overjoyed at the archangel's return.

[ mobile? ]

why are you like this
*stalks*

i don't start until june 10th
y'all are lucky

tracking since dean's in windclan

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[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]"awesome," the hunter mutters to himself. now they had another archangel running around who was bound to start causing trouble. he just prayed to chuck that gabriel was pissed at lucifer. thankfully, the retriever didn't want either of their meatsuits so dean supposed there were worse angels to run into. like zachariah or raphael. if either of those two showed up, dean wouldn't hesitate to run either of them through with an angel blade.

the wolfdog's eyes flick over to sam as he steps back. sure, sammy could handle himself just fine but that didn't mean a small wave of relief rushed through the hunter. forcing himself to relax, the bronze canine would listen as gabriel admits to being useless. looks like someone's battery died. dean's brows would quirk up with a mix of interest and surprise before relaxing again. welcome to the mortal world. was being all juiced up all that great? dean's experience with the mark had been disastrous at best, would having all that angel mojo be that great. shitty comparison. "what, you used up all your juice getting here or something?" maybe it made some sense. gabriel had actually died whereas michael and lucifer shifted over. was that a way to even describe what the hell had happened? it wasn't like death or chuck had been very forth coming with information.

[rushing for food]