WINCHESTER, dean

[DEAN WINCHESTER]

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CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON
there'll be peace when you are done
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DEAN CAMPBELL WINCHESTER

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LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST
don't you cry no more
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FULL NAME;; Dean Campbell Winchester
NICKNAMES;; ---
AGE;; 29
DOB;; January 24th
OCCUPATION;; hunter, con artist
SPECIES;; human

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ONCE I ROSE ABOVE
the noise and confusion
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HAIR COLOUR;; dark sandy brown
EYE COLOUR;; grey green
HEIGHT;; 6’3’’
WEIGHT;; 175lbs
BODY TYPE;; athletic, muscular, toned
VOICE;; deep and rough
MARKINGS;;
Protection symbol tattooed on left side of his chest
Castiel’s burned hand print on his upper left arm
Etched Enochain symbols covering his rib cage - eventually
STYLE;;
Dean’s style doesn’t really have much range to it, then again a closest full of clothing isn’t really an option when you live your life in dingy motels and on the interstate. To put it simply, Dean has an array of black t-shirts along with a couple that differ in colour though don’t get all that bright. Occasionally you’ll see him in a vest but that doesn’t happen very often. When it comes to jackets, Dean wears about three or four, his favourite, a beaten brown leather jacket, a heavy duty army material one and one that resembles a pea coat though not exactly worn a lot. For pants, any sort of jean material works, though he prefers for them to look a bit worse for wear then brand new. Ever since he started working with Sam again he has a couple of suits for when he’s impersonating law enforcement, though he prefers to call them monkey suits and they aren’t his favourite thing. Dean also wears a couple of pieces of jewellery, an amulet his brother gave him, a silver ring on his right hand and a couple of useful bracelets along with a watch.

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JUST TO GET A GLIMPSE
beyond this illusion
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CHARACTER LIKES;;
-His Impala – don’t mess with her
-Black coffee
-Peanut M&Ms
-Classic Rock
-Women
-Pie
-Hunting
-Sam
-Bobby
CHARACTER DISLIKES;;
-Rats
-Flying
-Sam’s Music
-Demons
-Ruby
-Hunting
-Angels – minus Cas most of the time
-Witches
-Monkey Suits
STRENGTHS;;
-Fighting
-Shoot – been doing it since he was six, hits his target 9 times out of 10
-Hustling
-Tracking
-Tactical skills
-Manipulative
-Escaping, evasion
-Generally breaking the law in any form
-Torture – has yet to speak of it
-Mechanics
-Quick learner
WEAKNESSES;;
-Sam
-People talking about his father
-Computers
-Self-doubting
-Sarcastic
-Can be an ass
-Alcohol
-Women
FLAWS/HABITS;;
-Exceptionally/Unconditionally loyal to those like Sam, His Dad, Bobby…
-Hard headed
-Doesn’t often thing there’s a grey area
-Hides his emotions
-Licking his lips, rubbing his face when in thought, stressed, annoyed
SECRETS;;
-Has become a bit dependent on alcohol so that he can get some peaceful moments of sleep
-Thinks he would have liked a chance at a normal life, or at least left Sam to continue his own
-Knows he’ll never be able to stop Sam the way the angels and his father would like him to, and he wont let anyone else.
-Hates himself for knowing that he wasn’t strong enough to put up with the torture (like his father) and prevent the seal from opening.
GOALS;;
-Prevent the apocalypse
-Sever Sam’s ties with Ruby
-Protect his brother even if its from himself
-Save whoever they can
WEAPONS;;
-Chrome Colt 1911 with ivory grips
-Sawed-off double barrel shotgun
-Desert Eagle – for iron,
-The usual need weaponry needed to kill the supernatural

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I WAS SOARING EVER HIGHER
but I flew too high
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MOTHER;; Mary Campbell – deceased
FATHER;; John Winchester –deceased
SIBLINGS;; Sam Winchester, Adam Milligan (half-brother; deceased)
OTHER;;
Deanna Campbell and Samuel Campbell – maternal grandparents – deceased
HOMETOWN;; Lawrence, Kansas
CURRENT RESIDENCE;; The open road
BIOGRAPHY;;
Dean was born on the 24 of January in 1979 to his parents Mary and John Winchester in Lawrence, Kansas. It was relatively normal leading up to the birth of his baby brother, Sam, four years later. Dean wanted to do what all the other boys in the neighbourhood were doing so his parents enrolled him in T-Ball which he enjoyed and showed off as best as he could when there were games that his family came to watch. But this sort of behaviour didn’t last long. Shortly after Sam’s birth, six month to the day actually things changed drastically for the family. Dean awoke that night to some sort of hollering first from his mother and then his father. At the age of three he didn’t comprehend a lot about what was going on. All he really remembered was his father handing him little Sammy and telling him to go outside as fast as he could. Dean didn’t ask any questions, just wrapped his arms tightly around his brother and ran outside waiting for his parents, though only John joined him. Though the memory is probably consciously repressed the look on his father’s face wasn’t easily forgettable.

The hectic days that followed blurred together as his father tried to get his bearings, going to see a woman (Missouri) who Dean didn’t know while he and Sam stayed at his dad’s co-worker’s house. He was old enough to understand that his mother was dead but not quite old enough to understand that the uneasiness he felt was something more then just a feeling. A state of shock washed over the three year old for a while, he barely spoke to his father but stayed at his side making sure that Sam was within arms reach. He couldn’t explain it then but there was a need he felt to protect Sam from everything at every moment which included sleeping in the same bed/crib.

They didn’t stay in Lawrence too long after his father should his part in the garage he’d been working at since well forever in Dean’s eyes. The events with Julie didn’t help, who died one day watching him and his brother so John could go back and talk with Missouri, which was the last day he’d spend in Lawrence for a very long time. At first he’d wanted to know when they were heading back but eventually he understood they weren’t going back and that it was safer this way, safer for him and for Sam and that was the only thing that mattered.

After leaving Lawrence Dean spent a great deal of his time on the road in the ’67 Impala with his father and Sam. He didn’t know what they were travelling around for but even at that age he knew his father would have a good reason. Adjusting without his mother around was hard but he was handling it better then his father who kept leaving him with Sam at places they frequented like Pastor Jim’s or the Roadhouse, either place wasn’t that bad but Dean worried about his father despite not voicing anything about that.

Dean grew up faster then he should have though, not long after leaving Lawrence and staying at the Roadhouse every few weeks Dean witnessed his father kill a shape shifter, though he believed it to be a man, things just weren’t the same from that point on. Slowly he started seeing things in a different light. Unlike most boys, Dean was late starting school since there wasn’t a permanent residence and john wasn’t able to let him go off on his own at that point. At first he’d thought it was weird that he hadn’t been sent off to school but after learning the few things that his father was willing to share with him he started to understand that their lives were different, that they’d always be. But he had no idea how different at that point.

Dean soon took on the role of a concerned and protective son when it came to John often trying to comfort him in some way when he sensed his father had had a bad hunt or a tough weekend. Dean was six when he realized how good of a shot he was, never missed a target and though his father never said it in so many words Dean knew he was proud of him. When he started a new school year Dean always made sure that his father promised to take care of Sammy before he’d leave for school, there was an attachment to his brother that he couldn’t identify but nothing could happen to that kid, Dean would do anything for him, give up anything which was what john had told him.

Dean never made a habit of getting attached to any of the schools he attended and didn’t bother with friends, knowing that he knew that at any given time his father could pull him out of school like he’d done a couple of times before. He probably spent more time in different schools before he was ten then a handful of kids ever would but he never complained, which each year he learned more about what his father was doing.

Nine was probably the age in which Dean changed completely from being a kid to someone who had the most responsibility anyone triple his age could have. He’d been bored in a motel room while his father was hunting and since Sammy was sleeping he figured he’d play some video games. He’d never leave Sam like that again. He returned to find that something was hovering over Sam and he reacted like he should have, grabbing the gun until it came time to shoot at the thing, then he couldn’t do it. He’d never forget the anger or disappointment from his father and he’d make sure he’d never disappoint his father like that again. Dean didn’t know what he would have done had that thing killed Sam. A couple of years later, for his eleventh birthday Dean asked for his own gun, it was the smallest his father could find but he carried it with him whenever he could. When he was twelve, and on the run with his father and Sam, a couple of hunters saying they were after Sam for some reason he couldn’t understand, he killed one of them. His first murder, but it was for Sammy and that was all that mattered.

Though with each year that he got older and the more he learned about hunting, he still made mistakes, not thinking that people who were meant to help could be harmful in disguise. But every time a mistake happened that could have ended in tragedy his father lectured him until he was blue in the face. Dean took it because he knew he was in the wrong, and he always learned from his mistakes. He grew up tough, always the mediator between his father and his brother when they argued slightly and he even referred to himself as ‘badass’ on a couple of occasions.

But despite the disorganized parenting skills his father had he still managed to make room for a bit of normalcy here and there, especially when it came to girls. Dean wasn’t unnoticed by them and he certainly didn’t miss a chance to take notice of them. Of course he was also a normal teenager in the sense of breaking petty laws, mostly stealing and with the mouth of a sailor.

By the time he was halfway between ten and twenty he was helping his father with little hunting jobs like taking out spirits in haunted houses, and he was able to learn more as he actually hunted the beings with his father, actually learn from him instead of being taught. One of his more exciting hunts was when he got to take the lead with a werewolf around the age of sixteen, the year he perfected his bow-hunting, missing a target didn’t seem possible for the kid. His first solo hunt happened when he was seventeen, he felt it was a big jump of faith and trust from his father, letting him go off on his own like that.

But the hunting wasn’t the only strain on the family of three. Sam and his father didn’t get along the way Dean and John did, and Dean noticed that, though he knew that from a very early age. There was just a bit too many differences with them. It was hard on the head sometimes when they were arguing but Dean tried to either stay out of it or smooth things over. He knew the importance that there was to having a smooth relationship with your family when you were living the hunters lifestyle. One of his more memorable birthdays was his eighteenth when his father gave him the impala along with all knowledge about cars over the years, though he knew his father would still be driving the car. He could still call it his, his most prized possession aside from the amulet that Sammy gave him years ago for a Christmas gift.

Dean actually made it through school, graduated and all despite all of the different schools, the little rebellious teenage issues and the hunting that he’d done. He couldn’t be happier to be out of the place either, finding that he fit in better in his father’s circles then those of his classmates, then again he always knew his life wouldn’t be anything different then his fathers, so he’d accepted it earlier then he should have had to but with school out of the way his attention could fully be focused on the hunt. Even though Sam is now in his teens Dean never let up on his protective behaviour which had caused a riff between the two of them, separating them a bit more then they ever were.

By the time Dean was twenty he was hunting by himself, of course there were rules to be followed and he had to check in with his father every night. But Dean was young and there were often certain distractions that he couldn’t pass up in the form on women, something he’d never been able to ignore as much as what he should. Despite being on his own, he still came to his father’s side when he was called and always made a point of talking with Sam for a couple of minutes. Dean was more then a little pissed at the way Sam just up and left him and his father to go to Stanford, nor was he that happy with the way things were handled between his father and Sam, that was their roughest fight ever and Dean didn’t think it could be resolved. Though not long after Sam decided he was breaking away from the family, Dean cut off contact with his brother.

Dean didn’t get close to people aside from his father, partly because when you moved around it was difficult to get that close to anyone, and really what kind of life was this to get involved with someone. Though there was one girl, Cassie, who you could describe as the one he fell for. He made a stupid move though and told her what he did, which didn’t up well and put him in a foul mood for quite some time following that hunt which caused him to take a bit of his anger out on female beings of the supernatural.

When he was twenty-six years old Dean lost contact with his father for a few days, it wouldn’t have worried him if his behaviour had be normal prior to the disappearance. Thinking hard about it, Dean decided he needed a bit of help and he only knew one person he trusted with his back aside from his father. It didn’t’ take him long to track down Sam, and even shorter a time period to break into his house. After a couple of shared words he convinced his brother to join him to try and find their father for a weekend. After the hunt and the death of Sam’s girlfriend the brother’s teamed up, though Sam assured Dean it was just to find their father and the thing that had killed Jess and their mother.

Things didn’t quite turn out that well for Sam and the brother’s spent a good year on the road looking for something they weren’t sure they’d find. Though along the way they took up hunts when they came across them and followed the coordinates their father gave them. Eventually they met up with John, though never for a prolonged period of time until they got really close to the yellow-eyed demon. Things didn’t turn out liked planned and Dean ended up in the hospital after a crash in very critical addition. But it turned out John sold his soul for Dean’s allowing him to return, leaving him and Sam to continue the hunt, Dean with a heavier burden on his shoulders.

The following year the brothers grew closer and closer to finding the yellow eyed demon who had taken their mother and their father from them. Dean and Sam both found out that Sam’s visions meant more then just that. They also tried their best to rescue their father. But when Sam went missing, Dean panicked and had Bobby help him try and locate Sam only to find out that Azazel, the demon had plans for Sam. When they’d located Sam, Dean hoped he gotten there in time, though he’d been fractions too late but in time to see some man stab his brother in the back. Dean was devastated, quite and irrational though no one had any idea of what he was about to do. Despite the fact that Dean hated what his father did for him, Dean made a deal with a crossroads demon who gave Sam back his life for and only gave one year to Dean who didn’t’ think twice about the offer. Once Sam was back Dean avoided the questions expertly long enough for him to kill Azazel though they allowed devils gate to open allowing demons to escape before they could close it again.

The next year, the last of Dean’s life, Sam was adamant to save his brother but Dean told him that if he did anything to break the deal he would die and Dean could have that. The year was rough and caused a bit of tension between them, especially at the appearance of a demon named Ruby who said she was there to help the brothers, telling Sam she could save Dean though it didn’t take her long to tell Dean she couldn’t. After having another run in with the trickster, who thought it was fun to constantly kill Dean over and over and a Freddy Krueger wanna be, Dean realized he wasn’t at all ready for dying no matter how many times he wrote it off. Up until the actual final day, Dean kept a straight face, and then the hallucinations got to him before the hellhounds tore him to shreds.

His time in hell, though only four months on ‘earth’ it was forty years in hell. He spent thirty of those years being tortured in the most menacing ways you could dream up and worse, his tormentor Alistair took great pride in his work. At the ending of each day, when Alistair was done he offered Dean a position beside him, torturing souls and Dean basically told him to shove it. but he’d only lasted thirty years, the final ten years Dean stood by Alistair as his prized student ripping and shredding souls not willing to admit that he enjoyed it even to himself. But taking up Alistair on his offer had broken the first seal, not that Dean was aware of that. Those ten years, an angel Castiel spent trying to get to him and eventually pulled him from hell, fully healed though with the imprint of a hand on his shoulder. Digging himself out of his own grave wasn’t easy but he’d managed it. He also managed to convince Bobby and Sam that it was actually him. Though he had a bit of difficulty dealing with the fact that angels are real, and are dicks most of the time. He wasn’t very happy to find out that Ruby was still around though and pretty close with his brother, but they have more important things to worry about at the moment.

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THOUGH MY EYES COULD SEE
i still was a blind man
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YOUR NAME;; Ayla
RP EXPERIENCE;; 7 yrs
HOW YOU FOUND US;; made it bby
OTHER CHARACTERS;; none
RP SAMPLE;;

you’ll see later on

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THOUGH MY MIND COULD THINK
i still was a mad man
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