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[character history / background]:
Dean Winchester is the son of John and Mary Winchester, both deceased. He is the older brother of Sam Winchester and a half brother to Adam Milligan. Adam is deceased and a

half brother he only found out about just before his death. He is named after his grandmother, Deanna. He drives a 1967 Chevy Impala left to him by his father and listens to

the music left in the car by his father.
When Dean Winchester was four years old his mother died in a nursery fire. His father put his baby brother, Sam in his arms and told him to get him out of the house ‘Take care

of Sammy’. This formed the framework for the rest of Dean’s life. After Mary’s death, John found out about demons, monsters and hunting. He took both boys on the road bent on

revenge for Mary’s death. As a result Dean practically raised Sam. They moved from town to town as the case dictated and Dean was often left alone to take care of Sam even

from a very young age. Canonically as young as 8 years old and from the comfortable way that Dean handles it, it can be assumed that wasn’t the first time Dean was left alone

to take care of his baby brother. When he was “6 or 7” years old, John took Dean out shooting for the first time. He was a natural at it, hitting the bottles used for target

practice every time. And in the flashbacks shown of Dean as a young child, he’s both proficient and comfortable with a gun. When Dean was eight Sam was attacked by a Shtriga

while left in Dean’s care. John showed up in time to scare the hag off but it served as a source of guilt and an added motivator that shaped Dean’s purpose in life; Take care

of Sammy.

The boys didn’t participate in hunting much until Dean got further into his teenage years. Around the age of 16 he and Sam went hunting vampires with John. Dean was the one

who shot the vampire with a silver tipped arrow. From that point on, they became more a participant of the hunts and less bystanders that waited at home. This is the point in

Dean’s life that he really decided he wanted to be a hunter; not that he ever had any other choice. Sometime around the age of 17 or 18, Dean dropped out of high school and

eventually got his GED. He was still bent on ‘taking care of Sammy’ but he started to have a little more of an independent life. Sam was a teenager and could take care of

himself feasibly for a period of time [Although Dean insists to this day that the boy can’t walk across the street by himself]. This co-dependent relationship took a hit when

Sam went to Stanford. While on a job in Athens, Ohio with his dad, Dean met Cassie Robinson and actually fell in love. She was the first person he dated seriously and is

possibly the only person he’s ever been in love with. When the job wrapped up and Dean found out they were leaving, he confessed the big family secret to Cassie—also a first

for him. She didn’t respond very well, called him crazy and broke up with him. Dean was hurt badly enough that he decided getting close to people wasn’t worth the inevitable

pain. She’s not the root of Dean’s intimacy issues but she’s at the very least the stalk. During Sam’s time at Stanford, he and Dean fight over John and end up not talking for

two years. This doesn’t change until the night Dean shows up at Stanford claiming that John is missing. Dean and Sam go on a hunt looking for John. They don’t find him but the

do find a case and they re-discover that they make a good hunting team. Dean returns Sam to Stanford and it ends up being a re-enactment of the night Mary died except this

time using Sam’s girlfriend instead. For the second time in his life, Dean carries his baby brother (Sam will always be his baby brother) out of a burning house.

This is the beginning of the Dean and Sam Show: Hunter’s edition and Dean would never admit it to Sam but he likes it that way. The boys follow clues left by John, hunting the

things he wants them to hunt and going the way he wants them to go. Dean is pretty happy with his life. H is brother is back, they’re ‘hunting things and saving people’ and he

sort of feels this is the way his life is supposed to be. A few months after reuniting with Sam, Dean is hurt in on a job—the dipshit actually decides using tasers in a place

covered in water is a good idea; he just wanted to use the tasers. He ends up with a heart that is so badly damaged he only has a few months left to live. Sam can’t accept

this and makes it his mission to find someone to help Dean. He does sort of and Dean ends up being ‘healed’ by a faith healer. However, what’s really happening is the

preacher’s wife is trading lives with a reaper. Dean’s reaper goes after someone else instead of Dean. This piles more guilt on the boy because now he knows someone died

because of him.

The boys don’t actually find John until several months later and he’s on the hunt for a ‘mythological’ gun that can kill demons. The Colt is rumored to kill anything—vampires,

demons, werewolves, etc etc—as long as the shot is a fatal one; heart or head. They find the gun and go after Azazel, the demon that killed their mother. John is taken and

when the boys do find him again he’s possessed by the very demon that killed their mother and Jessica. Dean realizes John is possessed when his dad praises him for the job

he’s done even though Dean actually kind of screwed things up. Later when John manages to overpower the demon inside of him and begs Sam to shoot him with the Colt, Dean

pleads with his brother not to shoot their father. Azazel vacates John’s body and they’re on the hunt again. The hunt is derailed when the Impala gets totaled by a semi truck

driven by a possessed truck driver.

The accident that totaled Dean’s baby also put him in the hospital in a coma—Hey! It’s a theme. He likes the hospital for the sponge baths and the downtime. During this time,

Dean was pursued by a reaper yet again. He’s trying to figure out what’s going on and he’s trying to point Sam in the right direction. Even when Dean’s a ghost, they make a

good team. In the end, John makes a deal with Azazel. He trades the Colt and his own life for Dean’s. Dean recovers immediately. Azazel allows John one last goodbye and this

is when John tells Dean that he ‘has to save Sam and to save him, he might have to kill him’ before dropping dead at his bedside. Once again, Dean is charged with the job of

‘taking care of Sammy’.

Dean gets out of the hospital, they salt and burn John’s body then Dean goes about his life as if everything is normal as he begins to restore the Impala but inside John’s

death is killing him. It finally all cumulates and explodes out of him in an attack on the Impala with a crowbar. That’s one thing he loves about his baby, she can take a

beating and she never gives him puppy dog eyes because of it. He fixes the Impala yet again and begins to deal a bit better with John’s death. Eventually he has to reveal to

Sam what John said on his ‘death bed’ because Sam begins having visions. The boys follow those visions to find they lead straight to Azazel. During this journey, Dean takes a

side trip into his ‘perfect’ world courtesy of a dijinn (twisted genie really). In Dean’s dream world his mother is alive, his father passed away of a stroke playing softball,

his brother is at Stanford Law School and engaged to Jessica, who is very much alive and Dean is in love with a nurse named Carmen Porter. Dean’s drive to save people shines

through when he starts seeing glimpses of the real world in which he’s hung up like a piece of meat and drained very slowly of blood along with other victims. He gives up his

perfect life (because while he may only actually live a couple of weeks at most, inside his head it will be a whole, full life and he’ll die an old man) against the protests

of dream!Sam, Carmen, Mary and Jessica. He takes the chance that the old wives tale ‘You always wake up just before you die in a dream’ and stabs himself in the heart. The

wives tale holds true, dream world goes bye bye and his brother is there to save him. The quest to find Azazel resumes and goes into overdrive when Sam is kidnapped—bamfed out

of a diner by a demon really—to a ghost town called Cold Oak, Dean goes a little rabid, getting help from Bobby to find him. They show up in time to see Sam get stabbed in the

back by one of Azazel’s ‘special kids’. Sam dies in his arms and Dean doesn’t have a choice. He has to ‘take care of Sammy’ and so he does the only way he knows how; he makes

a deal for Sam’s life. In return he gets one year until the deal goes through. Sam is back and the mission is a go again; Find Azazel and stop him from opening the gates of

Hell, preferably by killing him. They succeed in part. By the time they show up the gates of Hell are open and demons are pouring out. With Bobby, Ellen, Sam and ghost!John’s

help, they shut the gates and Dean shoots Azazel in the head with The Colt. End of the line for the demon.

It’s also sort of the end of the line for Dean. He’s got a year to live and he intends to make the most of it which means lots of booze, lots of fast food and lots of women.

Unfortunately, the gates of Hell were open long enough to provide Dean with plenty of other things to do and demons to kill. Dean is a multi-tasker though and he’s able to

squeeze in a lot of women, a lot of booze and a lot of bacon cheese burgers between jobs. He’s also got to worry about Sam’s personal slutty little yoda, Ruby. The demon

starts off swearing she can save Dean. Turns out that she can’t. No one can save him but Ruby dangles the only bone left for Dean; she can save Sam and she needs Dean’s help

to do it. He hates Ruby despite her claim and the fact that she saves his ass a couple of times. Everything goes downhill when a new player steps up to bat; Lilith wants Sam’s

head on a pike and she’d like to end the world too. Dean and Sam have a new mission but things continue to get worse when the Colt is stolen. Lilith is well connected and

stays just a couple of steps ahead of them. Now they don’t have the Colt and the chances of killing her are dwindling. They finally get a good hit the day before Dean’s deal

comes through. Sam is still bent on saving Dean and Dean wants to be saved. He’s even scared of Hell but there’s just not time and Sam doesn’t have the tools. Dean gets

dragged to Hell when Lilith possesses Ruby’s body and opens the doors to let the Hellhounds in.

Turns out Hell? Much worse than previously realized. Time there moves differently –obviously the boys never watched S3 of Buffy—4 years topside equals 40 years downstairs.

Dean lasts 30 on the rack being tortured before he finally breaks and takes up the mantle of torturer. Eventually Heaven gets off its ass and Castiel, the angel of Thursdays

and travelers, pulls Dean out of Hell. He wakes up in a grave, digs his way out—they didn’t watch s6 of Buffy either, so many lessons to be learned!—and goes in search of Sam.

He finds him shacked up with a brunette. There is a short reunion before the boys before they start looking at what or who brought Dean back. He finds out after he lures

Castiel into an old barn with Bobby’s help and then stabs the angel with a knife—he *really* is a social nightmare. They find out Lilith has been breaking seals and she’s

still on her ‘end the world’ mission. Castiel tells Dean that Sam is going down a dark path and if Dean doesn’t stop him, the angels will. Sam’s been lying. The brunette was

Ruby in a fresh body and he’s been using his demonic powers. Sort of figures because Dean’s lying to Sammich as well. He’s been telling his brother that he doesn’t remember

anything about Hell and that’s a lie. He remembers everything which accounts for his newly acquired coping partner, Jack Daniels. In order to help Dean out in his ‘stop Sammy’

mission, Castiel bamfs Dean to Lawrence, Kansas 1973. He meets his own mother and father and finds out why Azazel targeted them. He finally gets some answers on Mary’s death.

After Azazel snaps John’s neck, Mark makes a deal for his life—it’s a friggin’ Winchester tradition, like sending chocolate on Valentine’s Day. When he gets bamf’d back, this

is the one part of the story Dean elects to keep from Sam. There are things his baby brother doesn’t need to know.

Eventually, at Castiel’s urging and following the angel’s directions, Dean follows Sam and finds out about the whole thoughtful exorcisms Sam’s been doing. When his brother

promises to stop doing them, Dean takes him at his word. Of course it’s never that simple in the Winchester world (FYI Winchester also means fucked in Latin ;). Dean reveals

to Sam over a period of time that he does remember Hell and even some highlights from his vacation down under. It turns out when Dean was saved by Castiel, he didn’t read the

fine print. The angels—at this point a few have made themselves known—pressure Dean into torturing Alistair, the CEO of torture in Hell. Dean begs them not to, telling them

they won’t like what walks out of the room because whether he wants to or not, Dean enjoys torturing Alistair. It’s revenge and that’s one motivation that’s coded into

Winchester DNA. During the torture session, Alistair tells Dean that while John was in Hell, he lasted 100 years never taking up the role of torturer and Dean just takes it as

another way he’s not as good as his dad. Alistair breaks free, beats the hell out of Dean and Castiel until Sam shows up and brain-kills Alistair. Dean ends up in the hospital

[I’m telling you! Sponge baths and downtime, not to mention hot nurses] and Castiel reveals to him that Dean’s breaking to take up the torture mantle was the first seal

broken. The boy is just a tower of guilt.

Dean finds out his brother is drinking demon blood in order to give his demonic powers a boost but he doesn’t realize the full scope of Sam’s turn to the dark side until he

sees him take a bite out of a possessed woman’s neck. At this point, he locks Sam in Bobby’s panic room and sits outside, listening to his brother scream and cry inside. A

little part of Dean sort dies in this moment. He realizes he’s lost Sam and later when Sam is broken out of the panic room Dean tells him that if he walks out the door not to

come back. Sam does just that and the final pieces of the apocalypse puzzle fall into place. It takes Dean a while (and being held in angel prison) to realize that he

shouldn’t have said that to Sam. With Castiel’s help, he goes after Sam but he’s too late. Sam has already killed Lilith and the final seal is broken.

Lucifer is breaking loose. In a very brotherly bonding moment, the brothers actually work together to kill the betraying bitch Ruby but things are far from okay between Sam

and Dean. However, there are more important things then the Winchester family drama. Lucifer is out and the boys have to work together or at least try in order to stop him.

There are so many bumps and potholes along the way it looks like a highway in Oklahoma. The biggest two? Dean is the true vessel for the arch angel, Michael and Sam, well he

would be Lucifer’s true meat suit. Heaven and Hell have it staged to be Cain and Able rebooted. Dean has other ideas. Remember the ‘take care of Sammy’ mantra? Still drilled

in his head and besides he really doesn’t want to be an angel condom anymore than Sam wants to be Lucifer’s meat suit. They finally get their crap together and work together

but stopping Lucifer isn’t as easy as it might sound. They retrieve the Colt and shoot him in the head. Big surprise, he’s one of the two beings that gun won’t work on. They

sort of stumble from job to job, resisting what some angelic assholes would say are their true destinies. Also, who wouldn’t want to see a Winchester show down; there could be

cage matches and beer! Not only do the Winchesters have to avoid angelic assholes and hellious bastards, they have to keep their eyes peeled for a angelic fugitive who has

decided the best way to stop the apocalypse is to Doc Brown things, step back in time and kill Mary and John before the boys can be born. Castiel serves as the Delorean in

this version and he takes both Dean and Sam back in time. They manage to save the day and their parents before being popped back home. It is not yet time for a Winchester

Vacation (and really it never is) because Famine is on the loose and making everyone really hungry. This hunger isn’t restricted to food; it’s sort of the hunger for whatever

you deny yourself kind of thing. Castiel is shoving burgers down his throat, Sam is craving blood and Dean’s the only one who isn’t affected. He tells Castiel that this is

because he satisfies all his hungers. When he wants to eat, he eats; when he wants to drink he drinks and when he wants to have sex he has sex. Dean has spent all season being

a relatively strong soldier, quite a feat considering, but he finally breaks when Sam shows up to save him and kill Famine hyped up on demon blood. Sam succeeds, killing all

the demons and blowing Famine to bits with his mind but it scares the hell out of Dean. **He steps outside, cries some man-tears of massive man-pain and looks up to the sky

while he prays.

[character abilities]:
• Great hunter
• Proficient tracker
• Great shot
• Good with a variety of weapons including pistols, shotguns, and knives
• Great in hand to hand combat
• Quick thinking on his feet. He jumps into things headfirst but he always figures a way out.
• Great mechanical skills with both small electronics and cars
• Bit of a hustler; manipulates people fairly well.
• Extensive knowledge of the supernatural and mythological
• Quite the escape artist
• Versed in illegal things like car jacking, lock picking, sneaking around and talking himself into (and out of) situations.
• Very skilled in torture skills. He was Alistair’s star pupil for ten years.
[character personality]:
Dean Winchester is a walking tower of guilt and man pain. He piles the weight of the world on his shoulders, making Atlas look like a slacker. He takes responsibility very

seriously particularly when it comes to his brother Sam but that also extends to the world at large because he wants to save people. As a kid—and largely to this day—he

thought John was a super hero because of ‘The Job’. By association that makes Dean a super hero too and it’s a position he takes very seriously. In some ways, Dean’s world is

very black and white. If he’s not the good guy then he’s the bad guy so he has to be the good guy. He has to make sure that he saves enough people to make up for the things

he’s done wrong in his life. It’s an invisible tally that he keeps in his head.

The bad thing is that because of what happened in Hell, Dean doesn’t think he’ll ever break even. That doesn’t stop him from trying. He has to save everybody.

Dean is loyal to the bone. He defends everything John ever did even though he knows it was wrong. He will defend and protect Sam until the bitter end not because he agrees

with what Sam has done or with what Sam is turning into but because Sam is his brother. That’s what you do for family. He’s trust worthy. When Dean gives his word, he does

everything in his power to follow it up and it weighs heavy on him when he can’t keep his word because of various circumstances. He’s also got some intense commitment issues

because of the relationship with Cassie not to mention he’s never really had the chance to form lasting friendships. They were never in one place long enough to forge

friendships and Dean learned from a very early age, love hurts. He watched his father grieve for his mother his entire life and Dean doesn’t want to put that kind of pain on

himself. He believes his parents were a perfect example of love and if they can’t come up with a happy ending then happy endings don’t exist. Losing Mary ruined John and Dean

isn’t ready to go down that path. There’s enough pain in his life. Dean is the good soldier. He follows orders and does what he’s supposed to do. He’s most comfortable when

someone he trusts is laying out the plan (like John) but he hasn’t had that in a long while. He’s impulsive, jumping into things feet first and figuring it out as he goes.

He’s got some major self-worth issues as well; the car he drives is his dad’s, the jacket he wears belonged to John, the music he listens to was his dad’s. He never feels as

if he lives up to what his father wants him to be. He’s got a lot of anger issues because at the heart of things, Dean wants that apple pie life; kids, house, wife, white

picket fence and no minivan in sight. He wants to find his dream girl and he wants evil to close up shop. He’s just too much of a realist to think it’s ever going to happen.

Winchesters, they get put in the bible but he’s read the bible and it doesn’t end with happily ever after. The list of things Dean is angry about goes on and on.

Covering up all this man pain takes a big façade and Dean’s got one. He puts off that he’s cocky, self-confident and easy going. Dick is a word often used to describe Dean; so

is asshole. He likes to pretend that there is nothing that gets to him so he can bury everything deep down but occasionally when life has really smacked him down, it claws to

the surface and you see just how much Dean hurts. Right now, he’s stripped of everything that makes Dean, Dean and he’s having a harder time dealing with it as a result. It’s

widely accepted that Dean is fairly guilty at all times of the seven deadly sins but indulging in those sins is getting harder and giving him less satisfaction or maybe all

his anger and pain is just getting harder to bury. He’s very brash, often ridiculous and outrageous. Crude humor and sexual innuendos are Dean’s MO. The more serious things

are the more irrelevant Dean is likely to attempt to be. He uses a great deal of pop culture references in his speech. He’s also very self-deprecating. He does it in a

humorous manner but in reality he’s much more serious about it than he’d let on. Dean is a little dim, taking a while to catch onto things sometimes and he’s got a very short

attention span which means he gets bored easily. He flirts with everything that breathes and he’s damn charming when he wants to be. He’s prone to panic and hysteria at times,

flailing a little when something matters (particularly when Sam is the damsel in distress) but he always gets it under control in time to save the day. He’s great under

pressure, doing some of his best work when the end is nigh. Dean is reckless, seeming almost to have a disregard for life. He might even be called an adrenaline junky. He’s

trying to assuage his guilt over the things he did in Hell by saving people topside. It’s an endless pit but he keeps digging into it because he doesn’t have any other choice.

Despite all of this, Dean is a knight in unshining armor. He likes the rescue and the save. He thrives and rebounds slightly when they’ve saved someone. Life isn’t as hard

when thinks he’s making a dent in his debt and it gives him a little hope that one of these days he’ll live long enough to erase that debt or at least diminish it drastically.

He has a hard time looking at the big picture so all of this ‘world saving’ stuff wears on him more than the individualized cases do. He likes little kids and in spite of his

abrasive personality, they like him as well.

During the time frame that I’m bringing him in, he’s quite broken. He’s tried so hard to save Sam and it seems like he’s losing him more every day. He makes a little progress

and takes a dozen steps back. He’s tired and that goes beyond just wanting to retire. Dean is tired of living. He gets less enjoyment out of his booze, women and food than he

used to. He’s worn down and fighting gets harder every day; burying all his feelings is getting more difficult. Famine tells him that he’s not affected by anything because

inside he’s already dead. Dean feels like there is a kernel of truth in this even though he tells Cas the reason famine doesn’t affect him is because he’s well-fed; Dean

attends to all his wants and desires rather than denying them. It scares him to think Famine could be the right one about this.

[point in timeline you're picking your character from]: The end of 5X14

[journal post]:
I just—I need some help
[Nice job City. Interrupt a man in the middle of his prayers. And even worse you’ve gotta interrupt man-pain time. The sudden change of venue puts Dean on the alert. He

reaches for the gun tucked in the waistband of his pants and whips it out. He holds it like someone who knows what he’s doing. He’s gone from looking like the world is about

to crush him to righteously pissed off and honestly, he could kiss someone for that. Righteously pissed off is easier than about to be crushed. He’s been through this schtick

before. At least he thinks he has]

Castiel! This isn’t funny! You know I don’t poop right for a week after you do this shit to me.

[He takes a couple of wary steps, gun still out in front of him]

Who the hell made me Marty McFly?

[Another pause. More taking stock of the area around him.]

Sam!

[It’s said in that slightly panicked, serious business tone of voice Dean gets when Sam’s involved and possibly playing damsel in distress. He might be scared shitless of

what’s inside Sam right now and he might be scared of what Sam can do but that doesn’t change what his job is and always has been. Take Care of Sammy]

God Damn angels are assholes.
[third person / log sample]:
Every other week it seems like Dean’s hearing some sort of bullshit about Sam from angels or demons or prophets. He’s the Anti-Christ, the prince of Hell, the Queen of

England—because of course Sammy would be a Queen. He doesn’t believe them.

Until now.

He’s not scared of Sam. That’s his baby brother in there. No matter what he does, he will always be his baby brother. He’s scared of what Sam will do. He’s scared of what Sam

has done and most of all he’s terrified he’s never, ever gonna get his baby brother back. Not the way he used to be with that big dorky smile and the way he stumbles over his

own gynormous feet.

“What don’t I know about that kid?”

At one time, nothing. He knew Sam inside and out, all the crevices and cracks. He could write a book about the things he knew about Sam and it’d be a hellva lot longer than

the list of things he knew about himself. But now…he didn’t even know Sam was on demon blood. He feels like a stupid, oblivious parent because somehow this is his fault. If

he’d been…more of anything at all, Sam wouldn’t be locked up.

If Dean weren’t so damn tired, he’d be angry. Angry at the situation, angry at Sam, angry at Ruby and angry at God. Which figures…two point four seconds after Dean decides he

believes in God, he’s pissed at him. It all boils down to one thing. Dean wants to go back.

Back to goofy smiles.

Back to a time when he didn’t believe in Sam’s destiny.

And Dean’s terrified he’s never going to get there.

Maybe this is his punishment. This is for that first day he broke and every day after that. This is for ten years of souls on the rack and every drag of the blade down skin

that was only there to be tortured. Sammy’s paying for every crime that Dean ever committed and it occurs to him that Castiel didn’t drag him back; he dragged him deeper.

Request:

Save the damsel in distress. It’s the thing that bites Dean in the ass every time. This time the damsel just happens to be a guy. Not that it matters much to him; saving

people is saving people and it helps to assuage that all that guilt he’s got just for a little while.

Now back to the part where he ends up screwed because that’s the important part or at least it seems like the important part when he’s duct taped to a chair with three

formerly gorgeous women circling; formerly gorgeous because right now they’ve got snakes for hair and they’re weeping blood.

Crap

Leap back even further.

It started with Sammich noticing that college guys in Nowhere, Oklahoma were going missing. Some investigation and a lot of bar hopping not to mention a frat house or two had

led to a weepy girl with a cheating ex-boyfriend. Telling a girl no had never been Dean’s strong suit so that had led to a panty raid on a Sorority house that had all the

right things going for it; parties every night a kid went missing paired with plenty of variety among their open minded members.

Thank God Sam is stuck doing research is a passing thought in Dean’s head before he remembers to focus on something besides his kid brother and the circulation in his hands.

“You know I appreciate a kinky threesome as much as any guy—more really but can we go back to brunette, blonde and redhead? I’ve got an Indy complex.”

Dean’s not entirely sure the snake girls get the reference but they sure seem to when they lean closer, snakes snapping at his face. He lets out a yowl and pulls back as close

as he can to the back of the chair. “Okay, just so we’re clear when I said I’m into roleplay I did not mean acting out a scene from Snakes on a Plane. I was thinking more

about Jenna Jameson’s greatest hits.”

One of the furies smile, her lips twisting into something that’s somehow cruel and seductive as hell—or maybe that’s just Dean’s twisted turn on. She licks her lips and looks

to her sisters. “I like him. He’s got spunk.”

“Spunk coming out of my ears so whaddya say you ladies let me go. I’m a lot more fun with two hands.” He wiggles his fingers and wrists experimentally. There might be a

millimeter more of space but it’s not much to work with. “When you girls do bondage you do it right.”

The former redhead, Tisiphone he recalls, trails a hand over his shoulders as she circles him, a manicured nail turned claw snicks the nape of his neck as she pauses to turn

to her sisters, a pout fixed on her face. Her claw digs deeper and Dean hisses and arches away from it before he remembers the lessons learned so very well in Hell. Dean

Winchester’s not broken but he’s got a little more respect for rules that don’t bend.

“Me too,” she coos leaning down to press her lips against his cheek. “He’s got so much pain. We could feed off him for days.”

Dean chuckles at that. “Days? Let’s renegotiate this contact. I’ve got stamina, girls. Alastair got years out of me.” The fury nips at the lobe of his ear, drawing blood that

she licks off. “Holy Jesus on a stick,” Dean groans, every thought fleeing his head. There are a lot of ways to end up dead and this doesn’t seem like such a bad one. Man dies

laid to waste by Orgy. Unfortunately for these ladies, there’s a driving force that keeps Dean from rolling belly up even when rolling belly up promises to have more appeal

than putting up a fight. Sammy can’t tie his shoes without Dean, or so Dean’s convinced. Gotta take care of Sammy.

“Stop playing, Tisiphone,” the brunette snaps as she grabs her sister by a handful of snake-hair and jerks her back. Dean stifles a smirk, plan starting to take shape in his

head. If he can get the furies cat-fighting he might have a chance. He rocks back in his chair, does a full body wiggle and tries to make it look like he’s getting out of the

fray when he’s really loosening the duct tape up a little more.
"“Ladies, ladies, there’s enough of me to go around,” he tells them in a cock-sure voice. The gears in his head are ticking off like the firing of the Impala’s engine. The

ex-boyfriend he’s here to save is in the bedroom next to this one and last Dean checked, he was still alive. He’s only got half a plan when he speaks again because his

mythology is pretty rusty but he thinks the brunette is the jealous one, Megaera. He winks at the redhead then gives a passing and dismissive look to the brunette. “But I have

always preferred redheads.” Manipulating people Dean Winchester style since 1979.

Tisiphone giggles. Hell he’s pretty sure the snake lady even blushes before Megaera backhands her. The cat fight is on and the blonde with the permanent case of PMS jumps

right in. It gives Dean a chance to rock his chair back, falling hard with an ‘unf’ against his teeth. The noise of his grunt and the chair breaking distracts the furies for a

moment but Dean forces himself to play possum, his shoulder on fire.

“I never went much for blondes. They were always my brother’s style!” he yells out. The blonde lunges for him and the redhead stops her, pulling her fully into the fight

again. That gives Dean the chance to wiggle out of duct tape and around pieces of the chair. He’s up on his feet and scrambling for his stuff. It’s in a pile mixed with the

possessions of every other guy pulled into this unlucky threesome. It shouldn’t surprise him that two seconds after he’s up, he has a face full of mythological ugly. He gets a

hard punch off and several kicks but the girls give as good as they take which is a quality he normally likes in his orgies. He could be scarred and put off orgies for—nah

he’s scarred, not dead.

“CASTIEL!” he rasps at the top of his lungs. “A little Angelic help would be nice right the hell NOW!” Fangs from someone’s updo sink into his forearm. The pain makes him lose

his breath for half a second before he recovers, fingers of his free hand finally curling around the grip of the Colt. One shot takes the PMSing blonde out of commission but

the second one only catches Megaera in the shoulder and she’s easily the most vicious one. It does make her pause long enough for him to kick her in the gut with both feet,

putting half the length of the room between her and him. That leaves him with a redhead that has her teeth sunk into his shoulder. Dean throws an elbow up into her diaphragm

then puts the Colt to her temple and pulls the trigger. Goddess brain matter on his jacket. He wipes at his face, then pats at his jacket. “That’s gonna be a bitch to get

out.”

Two down and only a jealous brunette to go. He’s finally on his feet, cocky grin firmly in place even though he feels like he could lose his lunch right there.

“Sorry, Honey I’m not as into brunettes as I thought I was,” he quips and fires a round right into her forehead.

He has to keep moving because otherwise he’s going to lie down on one of the nice comfy beds for a little bit of naptime. True to his memory, the guy in the bedroom next to

this one is alive and trussed up like a Christmas turkey. With fingers quickly going numb from snake venom, it takes Dean longer to free the guy than it should. “Come on,

Dude, gonna need a little help from you. One foot in front of the other,” he gripes to the guy as they shuffle along the hallway, tumble down stairs and out the door to the

Impala. The cold rouses the guy a little bit and Dean gets his help just in time to put him in the back seat.

“Try not to bleed on the leather,” Dean barks as he slides into the driver’s seat of the Impala with a relieved sigh; home and sugar cookies—at least as close as he’ll ever

get. Once the she’s in gear and they’re humming down the road toward the motel, Dean calls Castiel on speed dial.

“Friggin’ pick up the phone, Castiel,” he mutters only to get a digital voicemail. “When did you learn voicemail? I’m nearly to the motel,” he bites off then hangs up,

flinging hope into the air that he actually makes it to the motel. A little AC/DC blaring loud enough to shake the windows helps. He pulls into the parking lot of the motel,

nearly running over Castiel because fuck his feet are numb now. The angel saves him the burden of moving when he walks over to the driver’s side, forehead nearly touching the

window when he leans down to talk to Dean.

“You called?”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Yeah some help ten minutes ago would have been nice. I need a clapper. 1800-Angelclap.” That makes him giggle a bit hysterically. “Do angels get STDS?”

Castiel line faces him, ignores the question and says in a deadpan voice “I’ll talk to my superiors.”

“Little help here. I’ve gotta pee and it’d be nice to be able to move my feet.”

The angel lays one hand on Dean’s forehead and feeling returns with pins and needles accuracy that leaves Dean cursing a blue streak. “Warning would have been nice,” he

bitches, the closest to a thank you Castiel will get. He jerks his head toward the guy in the backseat. “Let’s UnFaithful inside.”

One phone call and a shower later, Dean’s got a kiss on the cheek from a pretty girl, a bitchy little brother snoring in the bed across from him and a mark on the saved

section of his tally board. Day didn’t turn out so bad after all.

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