hasperkynipples: (and it isn't for play)
The hall for the main event is decked out to the nines which means Dean is breaking out the ol' tuxedo. He's not particularly fond of that end of his job, preferring to handle things in much more comfortable attire, but this isn't his gig, it's Christine's, and he'll let her play it his way. Besides, he probably only has to suffer through an hour of this, at best, before he gets to go hang out and play back up in a sniper's nest far, far away.

He glances over at the hotel across the street as they get out of the car, before glancing back to her again. They have a few minutes before they're within earshot of anyone who would care, so now is the time to cover their bases.

"What room are you going to be in again?"

The details are important. If he's going to have her back, he needs to be sure that he is in the right place at the right time. And he's not one to leave his partner hanging out to dry.
hasperkynipples: * mary, + text (which then turned into)
Her son received a letter from a woman.

Not that the idea of Dean having female suitors is unheard of in the Winchester household, but before the war they weren't particularly ones to write. After the war - well, they were almost non-existent. Mary isn't one to deny the fact that her son came home different, a little bit colder but still gentle in the ways that mattered. He grew up in his time away and while the things he's seen were likely not pleasant, he isn't letting them mar him. At least, not in ways that she can see.

All the same, the letter from a woman, a Miss Christine Chapel, finds its way to their front door, and the inherent curiosity gets the better of her. She informs him of the letter, lets him read it, and waits for him to do something in response. In fact, she waits an entire week, and when he doesn't give her a return letter to put through the post, she takes matters into her own hands.

John will probably scold her for it later, but she also saw the look on her son's face when he read it. This meddling is worth doing.

It's takes some time for mail to travel, so much so that she almost completely forgot about the invitation she extended this "Christine Chapel." So when the blond woman appears at their doorstep while she's tending to the flowers in front of their home, she can't help but blink at her in surprise.

"Can I help you?"
hasperkynipples: (and the light hits my face)
He doesn't see it coming.

He should have. He's a soldier, he's trained for these things. He should have expected that after so long of being occupied, the citizens of New Orleans would start striking back. There's no reason why they wouldn't pick off Union soldiers seen on their own. Dean had gotten complacent. Gotten sloppy. And now he was probably going to die before he could even make it back to his unit.

His hand stays pressed to his side as he continues to stumble up the street, trying to keep himself mobile as best he can. He hurts, everywhere from the beating he had taken and the blood is still leaking through his fingers. He's not going to make it. His parents, brother, they may be prepared for him to die in the heat of battle. He doesn't think they would appreciate hearing that he was killed by being jumped on the street.

He trips on a crack in the pathway, pitching forward into a nearby fence post with a pained groan. He tries to push himself back to his feet again, but he can't. His body drops to the ground, slumping against the fence as he does, trying to catch his breath. Things are starting to get hazy around the edges, but he still thinks that he can make out the faint sound of footsteps.

"Help me," he manages to whisper, unsure if he's talking to anyone at all. "Please."
hasperkynipples: (i hear the voices)
It's all fun and games until someone pisses off an archangel.

You know, there are some pretty awesome eras that Dean could have been dropped into. He's heard the twenties were fun. The forties were pretty awesome. He could have gotten zapped back to see his parents again. Then again, if Dean were having fun, that might defeat the point of Gabriel zapping him anywhere at all.

(Granted, Dean doesn't know whether or not this is actually Gabriel's fault. He's just thinking that the odds are high.)

Still, Dean doesn't think he deserves this.

Middle Ages has the potential to be cool. Swords, knights, all that, but there was one thing that Dean swore up and down he would never, ever ever do. Dean Winchester does not do tights. Which is making his blending in a bit of an issue. Never mind the fact that he hasn't gotten over the fact that he's actually in this time period, with no cars, no phones, and no way to get back to Sam.

Yeah. Today, sucks.

So this is Dean, hiding out in some family's barn and trying to lay low, because if can manage to do that, maybe he'll be able to avoid the tights issue. He doesn't think the odds are high on that one, but it's worth a shot.
hasperkynipples: ([text] i wanna do bad things with you)
[Still the easiest money he's ever made.

Why he's there doesn't necessarily matter -- he could be working a con, he could have just volunteered for a good cause, whatever the case may be. Point is, Dean is there. In a booth. With a sign that says:

Kissing Booth -- $1


Yes, it's shameless. He's aware of this. He really doesn't care.

Ladies, the master is in. Have at him.]



[Open like an open thing. If you have a verse, specify in the subject line. If you have a particular point in canon you want, specify that as well. Otherwise, it'll be left naturally ambiguous.]
hasperkynipples: ([dean] facepalm)
Dean wasn’t raised much in the real world, but he knew about it, peripherally, and he heard this vicious rumor that husbands were supposed to do nice things for their wives on their birthday.

Especially when they were a giant douchebag the year before.

Dean wasn’t proud of the things he had done during the tail end of the battle for the Apocalypse. He usually spent a lot of his time trying to block it out. But it had not escaped his attention that his brief moment of stupidity where he had considered saying yes to Michael had fallen around Jo’s birthday, and he’d lacked the opportunity to make it up to her ever since. First there was the Apocalypse, then his own grief to work through, and now that they had finally settled into something close to a routine, Dean wanted to do something … special. Special took planning, and planning took time and little white lies. He was also aware of the fact that you’re not supposed to lie to your wife, but he figures that little ones are okay.

Her boss helped. But when he arrived home with the final preparations and happened to see Jo’s truck sitting in the driveway, it was clear that her boss hadn’t helped enough. It was also clear that Dean was trying to keep this a surprise for as long as he could when he parked a block away and snuck around the back of the house to try and get in the back door without being noticed. This was probably a bad idea, but Dean was also known for her bad ideas.

He made his way around the back corner of the house, white bag in his hand, and trying to be as quiet as possible. He thought for a moment that he might just get away with it, when he was outted by a dog. A rather large dog.

“Yeti! No! Down!”

Yeti was not hearing any of it. Dean had to pull the white bag up out of the way as the dog tried to jump on him and say hello, just being his normal friendly self. His normal friendly self that ended in the crash of lawn furniture and a hearty bark from the dog.

So much for the silent approach.
hasperkynipples: ([dean] yep)
“You know where to find the thing, right?”

“Yes, Sam, I know where to find an amulet in an estate sale. I’m not a total idiot.”

Dean didn’t want to be on this job, but he also knew that the thing needed to be destroyed. The amulet had killed five people in three days just through touch alone and while the people around it weren’t seeing the pattern, a hunter would. This particular hunter, however, was dealing with the idea that he was going to be entering demon territory sooner than he would have liked, and when it came down to it, that was starting to look a little more important than some cursed crappy piece of metal.

Sam, though, didn’t know that that was the end that Dean was looking at, and Sam wasn’t going to know (if that skank Ruby told him, he would fry her ass with her own friggin’ knife—saved his life or not). So that meant that Dean had to keep this news to himself and pretend like nothing had changed, which meant taking any job he could that kept Sam from trying to figure a way out of this for him. He was not interested in seeing Sam drop dead two years in a row—that much was certain. Which meant hunting after a cursed crappy piece of metal.

He reached the front door of the estate and sighed to his brother on the phone. “Alright, I’m goin’ in. I’ll call you when I find it.”

“Remember, dude, we’re just casing the place. We’re coming back for it later.” He could tell by Sam’s tone that he was expecting his brother to be an idiot, forget that the thing had killed five people in three days and touch it with his bare hands. Dean rolled his eyes.

“Yes, Sam. Goodbye, Sam.” Dean hung up the phone and adjusted his tie before making his way into the estate, looking around for any sign of the amulet. As his eyes scanned the room, he couldn’t help the groan that escaped when he spotted someone else who happened to be present. “You gotta be kidding me.”

Tonight, of all nights, was a night he did not want to deal with Bela Talbot.
hasperkynipples: ([dean] gun)
Dean was starting to get a bad feeling about this case.

They'd been trailing Ruby for a while now after the whole church incident, trying to keep an idea on her and what she was up to, but she was all over the map as far as victims were concerned. Dean would acknowledge that she was too good at what she did to not have some other kind of ulterior motive. There was a pattern there, but Dean just hadn't found it yet. He also knew that going in blind wasn't the smartest plan in the world, but there was a kid involved. Little eight year-old girl who Ruby had grabbed and hauled out of town like she was some kind of sacrifice to whatever Hell god she worshiped, and while Dean my not have known anything about what exactly it was Ruby was up to, but he wasn't going to take a risk on the kid's life.

He pulled the Impala up to the side of the cabin where they though the kid was being held. He could see the lights on through the window, and the small silhouette of a girl who was most likely scared out of her mind. If they could get in there and get out without alerting the demon bitch, then they would be golden. "Alright. In and out, right guys?"

Sam didn't like this. Something was just wrong. Wrong beyond the fact that Ruby had kidnapped a child because Ruby didn't kidnap people. She killed them. At least that was what Sam knew of Ruby beyond the very bad but feel good sex she shared with him that he wasn't allowed to do again. But why would she kidnap this child without doing anything else and bringing her back to the toy cabin in the woods?

"I still don't like this," he said softly. "There is something more. More than we can see and I don't like that. We should go."

"More? What more?" Alec asked. Sam knew his stuff no matter how childish in manner it may come out. He was feeling a bit edgy too. Maybe he was picking up on Sam's nerves or maybe it was the animal instinct. He wasn't sure yet.

*** )
hasperkynipples: ([sam] across the room)
They were running out of options.

Dean didn't like it, but it wasn't like there was much he could do about it. He needed to at least talk to his brother, and Sam wouldn't even give him that. He just kept running, and Dean knew that that wasn't going to solve the problem. Sam running was only going to get him caught by hunters or worse. And if Sam got caught by hunters -- back to Hell he goes, and who knows what he'll come back out like. Problem was, though, was that Sam was smart. He knew all of Dean's moves, so if Dean was the one doing the tracking, Sam would see him coming a mile away.

But he wouldn't see Alec.

Pushing himself to his feet, he made his way over to where his brother was sitting, and handed him the journal, held open to the page where the Devil's trap was. "Alright. A couple things you gotta know."

Alec took it but was looking up at Dean. "Lay it on me." He wasn't happy. At all. He didn't like this option, and it felt to him like he was cornering an animal. Which is exactly how he would feel if the roles were reversed. But Dean was right, better some tough love than a hunter putting Sam down like a flawed transgenic.

*** )
hasperkynipples: ([text] angel)
For the record, Dean wanted it to be known that he was really bad at this.

Even when he was human, his social skills were mediocre at best, but now that he was an angel, they'd really gone down the tubes. Which was somewhat daunting when knowing that he had the potential of meeting a sixteen year-old kid who wasn't even in his own time period. He wasn't even sure how this had happened. All he knew was that genetically speaking, he was this kid's father, whether it was through accident, intention or stupidity, and he wanted to be there. In some way. Some how.

He didn't know how, but he had a feeling that there was something there.

Besides, he couldn't have dragged himself out of this even if he wanted to at this point. He'd already dug himself in deep enough that he was attached at this point, he hadn't even met the kid yet. The Irrational Protect Reflex had already kicked in, and that meant Dean was already too far gone to be fixed.

Now he just had to wait for the kid to come to him.


That was starting to be a little harder than he thought.
hasperkynipples: ([jo] his girl)
[It's three in the morning, and he really doesn't want to wake her up, but he knows that the minute he slides into bed next to her, he will. It's just a matter of fact. He also knows that she's got her dad's knife under that pillow, so he's mostly just hoping that she doesn't decide to stab him with it.

He doesn't think the angels will appreciate having to bring him back again.

He kicks out of his jeans relatively quickly, before sliding in next to her, one arm around her waist and dropping a kiss on the side of her neck lightly]


Hey.
hasperkynipples: ([future] guy in charge)
[Michael isn't really sure what to get someone for a birthday. He doesn't get the whole birthday thing, period. Dean does, but what to get Jo for her birthday is a whole other beast. So they decide to just keep it simple -- flowers. Every girl likes flowers. Right? Right.

Anyway.

Roses were overdone, according to Dean, but they wanted something pretty, so Jo will wake up to a a handful of Sonia orchids resting on the edge of the bar -- no vase, just the flowers. And no Michael.

He'll be back, he just felt awkward enough about this as it was.]
hasperkynipples: ([future] profile)
This was a door Dean thought he'd never knock on again.

It wasn't that he never thought about going back to Cicero to see Lisa and Ben. In fact, he had thought about it so many times he was surprised that he didn't do it, but given that they got Olivia so soon after things ended with Lucifer, he never had the time. He wasn't going to leave Sam hanging out to dry with a little girl, not if something big decided to come back and bite them in the ass, and not for someone he wasn't even sure wanted to see him.

Sure, she said he was welcome to stay, but she could have just been saying that to be polite. He did just save their lives after all, and he had already said he had to go. Besides, he would have just been the guy in the way. Ben wasn't his kid, and he deserved to have a father that wasn't going to drop dead in eight months.

Regardless, he was here now, and it was taking him a minute to actually get up the nerve to knock on the door. Even though he had a direct invitiation, even though he had a place there, he was still not sure that this was what he should be doing. Now, it too late for Ben to need a father, and he wanted to see Lisa, for what? For kicks? For that weekend with "Gumby Girl" that he never got all those years ago?

But he already said he was coming, and she was already expecting him. Now, all he had to do was knock. And he did.
hasperkynipples: ([sam] across the room)
[Set in Feel the Noise. Cowritten with [livejournal.com profile] likely_evil. Olivia is [livejournal.com profile] growinup_crazy, Lisa is [livejournal.com profile] hisgumbygirl.]

It was dinnertime when Sam had called his daughter downstairs at least a few times with no answer. Dean of course was not going to help, out again. He sighed, heading upstairs in the three bedroom house that the Winchesters owned now, retired - mostly - from the hunting business and trying to act like civilians... as much as they could. Which meant that Sam cooked, cleaned, and basically cleaned up after his daughter and brother...

He tried to ignore the fact that their neighbors through they were a gay couple with a child. He really did.

As he got upstairs, he heard music coming from the other side of his daughter's door. He knocked hard and leaned into the crack of the door. "Olivia! Sweetie, it's dinner time."

"Not hungry!" she shouted back over the music. Olivia really wasn't in the mood to deal with her dad at the moment. Dealing with her dad always tended to result in a fight these days, and right now she had a test to study for, friends from school IMing her, and she just wasn't in the mood to have her good mood killed. "Studying. I'll get something from the fridge later.

And then the music got turned up. End of conversation.

*** )

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