hasperkynipples: ([text] lost)
[Set in [livejournal.com profile] musicplaying_on. All characters mentioned here are members of the verse, or NPCs.]

Once upon a time, Dean was a man.

He was a prince, actually. The heir apparent to the tiny kingdom of Lawrence. He was a man with parents, a brother who looked up to him, and the world at his fingertips. He was aware of what was expected of him, but that didn’t stop him from enjoying his life. The food, the luxuries—even the women.

Possibly a bit too much with the women.

It wasn’t that Dean had a reputation, he was simply charming, or at least that was what he liked to believe. Visiting princesses, the ladies of the court—some of them he bedded and some he didn’t, but he always endeared himself to earn their affections, and usually he got what he wanted. And then he met Ruby.

Ruby was elusive. She was mysterious and aloof and with all the charm in his possession, he never seemed to gain any ground with her. Sam teased him about his obsession with this girl, Castiel warned him not to get too close, but Dean didn’t listen. Everything else fell away and all he cared about was having this woman. He thought he had found the one that could actually hold his attention for more than a night. He thought he had found one who could actually challenge him.

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hasperkynipples: ([ruby] split)
[Set in All Jacked Up. Ruby is [livejournal.com profile] bloodinmyear and used with permission from her mun who made a request for Dean/Ruby future fic with the prompt “underneath.” Sam is [livejournal.com profile] likely_evil and also used with permission and love even if his brother doesn’t treat him as such.]

“So I’m not gonna make it back.”

There was a beat of silence on the other end of the phone. Dean could hear his brother taking a slow breath on the other end of the line, almost as though Sam was trying not to get pissed off. “Dude. Where could you possibly be right now?”

“Out, Sam,” he sighed, looking out the window. “I’m out. And if you’re looking at what I’m looking at right now, you know there’s no point in me heading out into the snow to head home. I’m so not risking my car on the roads.”

“What about Lana, Dean? What about—?”

“Lana would rather have you paying attention to her than me and you know it.”

Another pause. “Dean—”

“Sammy, you know as well as I do that you would rather be taking care of her anyway. It’s pretty damn obvious that you’re warm for her form.”

“Shut up.” Sam let out a slow sigh. “Just make sure you get back here in the morning.”

“I will,” Dean nodded. “Call me if there’s some kind of emergency.”

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hasperkynipples: ([dean] pretty)
[Set in [livejournal.com profile] pushedtoedges. Ruby is [livejournal.com profile] sent_farfaraway and Sam is [livejournal.com profile] wentdwnthatroad. Creative Writing class prompt: Describe how you were caught, or not.]

In the back of his mind, he knew that he wanted to.

He knew that he needed to be. He was sick of the secrets. It had been nice, for the first couple weeks before his brother had arrived, where he didn’t have to hide anything from anyone. Because no one cared that Ruby was a demon, or more to the point, that Ruby was Ruby. No one knew what she had done, and he had somehow negotiated that to being a non-issue. Sam wasn’t there to find out and if Dean wanted to hang out with her—and on occasion more than hang out with her, of all people and not waste energy on hating her for things she can’t change, then he wouldn’t. That was just the way things could be.

Problem was, once Sam did show up, he should have stopped. He should have ended whatever semblance of a relationship they had because Sam was his brother and Sam mattered more than she did. And yeah, maybe he was a crappy brother for even going there with the girl who screwed his brother in the first place, but now he had a chance to fix it. To end it before Sam even had the chance to find out, to just pull the plug without causing anyone any extra anguish. The damage would be done, and Ruby might get pissed at him for it, but he needed to walk away. He should be walking away.

But he didn’t.

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[Set in [livejournal.com profile] pushedtoedges. Ruby is [livejournal.com profile] sent_farfaraway and used with permission from her mun who made a request for Dean/Ruby future fic with the prompt “correction.”]

“No matter what happens... somebody will find a way to take it too seriously.”

Dean had decided a long time ago to treat this as a vacation. A period of time where the rules were suspended and he didn’t have to worry about stopping the end of the world. It wasn’t like he could think of it otherwise, anyway, without driving himself insane. There was no way out. Not until the place got tired of you and decided to toss you away. Until then, the standard was pretty much making do with what he had—a house that was kinda sorta his (he claimed it after all), a couple of friends, and, well—Ruby.

Sam hadn’t shown up yet. Dean was starting to doubt he ever would, given the fact that his brother was probably smart enough not to push the limits. Which meant that Dean was stuck here, without Sam, and somehow that made it okay for him to break or find excuses for a lot of the rules that he normally made for himself, and more beyond the fact of “Well, yeah, but she’s really hot.” Truth be told, he had reasoned this out with more than just his dick. Really. Well, not the first time, the first time was her being—Ruby, for lack of a better adjective, and as far as he was concerned, it was never going to happen again.

Until it did.

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hasperkynipples: (dean and sam support system)
[Ruby = [livejournal.com profile] ilove_atallman, Uriel = [livejournal.com profile] a_specialist, Castiel is an NPC. Set after THIS.]

“Have you ever been in a place where hope was gone? Where all that's left is patience?”

He couldn’t win.

“You’re not my brother.”

Sam’s words resonated in the back of his mind as dry wall cracked and shattered in front of him, his fists pounding into the wall of the motel room searching for some kind of rhythm, the sound hoping to drown out his brother’s words that echoed in the back of his head over and over again.

“You’re not my brother.”

“You’re not my brother.”

“You’re not my brother.”

He just hit harder as the words got louder, and soon there was nothing left to punch on the wall. He gasped in pain as his hand went through and hit brick, before his body collapsed against what was left of the wall face first.

The wall hadn’t been his first victim. He’d started with the television and the lamps and the tables, before he’d made his way around to the walls, his motions not exact or precise—just to looking to cause as much damage as he could for as long as he could. He wanted to make the anger stop, the roaring behind his ears that threatened to take over completely. Destroying the wall still wasn’t enough. He wanted blood between his fingers. He wanted someone to hurt. He wanted to go find a demon he could tear apart with his bare hands and fight for some kind of control in a world that was slipping out from under him.

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hasperkynipples: (dean big damn hero)
[Set in the Sam/99 verse. Delilah = [livejournal.com profile] makinhstryasido, Ruby = [livejournal.com profile] ilove_atallman, Alastair is an NPC. Set after THIS and THIS.]

“The question should be, is it worth trying to do, not can it be done.”

By the time Ruby got back from whatever she was doing, Delilah was gone. God, had he missed that kid. He didn’t realize it until she practically tackled him after the fight but she was just so—hopeful. She was a dose of optimism and happiness that he so sorely needed, and now things were starting to feel a little bit better. He had needed someone to look on the bright side for him for a while. That usually wasn’t a quality instilled in most hunters, and how the hell she managed to hold onto it, he didn’t know, but that was just what the doctor ordered.

Ruby, however, was bringing the mood down with the look on her face when she walked in the door, and he wasn’t sure if that was because she didn’t get what she wanted, or she didn’t get it the way she wanted to. Either way, Ruby was a mood killer, and she just scanned the room for a moment, before looking back at him. “Where’s the kid?”

“Headed out—friend called her about another job about fifty miles from here,” Dean said with a sigh, moving over to push the empty pizza box to the side and pick up his beer. He folded himself into the chair next to the table, looking Ruby over for a moment, before speaking up again. “Find what you were looking for?”

“Yup,” Ruby replied, moving over to her bags and stashing something away. She didn’t have much, but she was picking up stuff as they went, so she needed somewhere to keep it.

“Do I want to know what it was?”

“Nope.”

“Do I want to know how you got it?”

“Nope.”

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hasperkynipples: (dean lord have mercy)
[Ruby = [livejournal.com profile] ilove_atallman. Set in the new Sam/99 verse, and takes place somewhere in the middle of THIS. Have to read that first (for which I apologize because it’s epically long) or else this’ll be kinda confusing.]

“We will all at some time in our lives, fall. Life is so very fragile, we are all vulnerable, and we will all at some point in our lives, fall, we will all fall. We must carry this in our hearts, that what we have is special, that it can be taken from us, and that when it is taken from us, we will be tested. We will be tested to our very souls. We will all be tested.”

He hadn’t meant to doze off in the car, but he did. He was just so tired. They never rested, they were just always running, always trying to stay two steps ahead of the demons that were trying to kill him, trying to reclaim him, send him back where he belonged. Ruby wasn’t going to let that happen, for some strange reason Dean couldn’t explain, and it was fear that kept him from doing things himself. Fear of going back there, fear of what he was becoming, fear of everything around him.

He didn’t deserve this newfound life. He knew he didn’t, and that was what made it scary. He felt it all, the weight of every day of those two hundred forty years, and he wasn’t strong enough to take it. Every time he closed his eyes, the feel of Hell in all it’s power and oppression, closing in around him. He couldn’t think or breathe, as the weight sat down on his chest, crushing him, every day. Even when he wasn’t sleeping he felt the weight of it. When he closed his eyes, though, he could hear them scream, remember the sensations of the hook digging into the flesh, remember the pleasure he got from it. All of Hell was pain and suffering, twisting and torture, but when he had a soul in front of him, when he got off the rack and was the one taking control and digging in and hearing them scream. The screams were like music, a twisted chorus that echoed off the walls and now rattled him to the core, pushing him onto himself even more.

Most of the time, his nightmares had no faces, just another soul on the other end, a shapeless body that he couldn’t put a name to. He could see everything about them, all their hopes and memories, dreams and fears. As he got better at what he did, he started to use them, twisting them to his own ends, using them to make them scream louder, to make them feel the pain of what he was doing to them.

What they’d earned.

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hasperkynipples: (dean and sam support system)
[Set in [livejournal.com profile] greypicketfence. Sam = [livejournal.com profile] likely_evil, Ruby = [livejournal.com profile] ilove_atallman, Bobby = [livejournal.com profile] bobbyknowsbest. Set after THIS (Warning: Major Character Death).]

“Pain can be controlled - you just disconnect it.”

Dean buried his brother on a Saturday.

At least, it felt like a Saturday. Dean wasn’t really sure what day it was, and to be honest, he really could care less. It was a few days after it happened—he and Bobby had gone back and forth for ages on the best way to do this. Bobby wanted to cremate him, and Dean knew that they should, but Dean didn’t have the heart to do it. This was one of those times where Dean actually managed to be more stubborn than Bobby, and Sam was buried in a box on Bobby’s land with more wards to protect him than Dean even knew existed.

It was a quiet funeral—it was just the two of them, after all. It was the way things should have played out the first time, and to some extent, Dean was surprised that it did. Maybe it was the fact that what Sam had said had gotten through to him, and Dean had learned his lesson, or the fact that Bobby never out let him out of his sight for longer than it took the use the bathroom. Dean was smart, but Bobby was smarter. If he had to sit on him to keep him from going to make another stupid mistake, than that was what he was going to do.

After they finished covering the grave, Dean spotted a flash of blond hanging back at the bottom of the hill. She had a lot of nerve coming back here, Dean knew that much. He pushed away from Bobby dropping the shovel where it was and storming down to meet her halfway with a hard punch to the face.

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