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08 November 2008 @ 01:08 am

[when the Sphere turns on, have a confused-looking dude (who has already ditched the orange suit, kthx) staring at it for a couple of moments. he'd just tossed the thing and now... well. this.]

Okay... what the hell? ... Paging Captain Kirk. Look, I've already had my fair share of weird shit today; let's not top it off, huh?

Tags: intro

Current Mood:

confused

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19 April 2008 @ 11:05 pm

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PLEASE DEFRIEND THIS JOURNAL.
It is now being used somewhere else.

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10 April 2008 @ 04:20 pm

- 22

[Dean's in the kitchen getting coffee, looking tired and just a little bit disoriented -- something's making him feel sick to his stomach, like a sense of wrong that he can't quite figure out. Hoping coffee can solve it, well, he's making the strongest coffee that he knows how to make. When he's done, he moves to look down the hall -- he didn't see Sam or Fay when he got up]

Sam?

Tags: wrong, wtf

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19 March 2008 @ 08:08 pm

- 21

[Dean looks freaked. He looks very, very freaked. Because his /father/ just walked down the road ahead of him, and that's impossible. It's more than impossible. Dad's dead, or he's supposed to be dead, and Dean doesn't know what to do. It could be a spirit or a shapeshifter or a demon, but he /knows/ dad, and he knows that that was him. It had to be.

So he's following him, though no matter how far he runs, dad doesn't get any closer. Dean is, however, headed straight for the entrance of an old and decrepit building that looks as though it could collapse with so much as a strong gust of wind -- that is, after all, where his 'father' is going.

He doesn't notice, though. He needs to get to his dad.]

Dad! Dad! Wait! Jesus -- DAD. Stop!

... Please.

Tags: plot: ghost ship

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15 March 2008 @ 10:39 pm

- 20

[Dean is naked. Or rather, was. He managed to grab a conveniently placed blanket off the couch in the nick of time]

All right, kids. Somebody's got some explaining to do.

Tags: wtf

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01 March 2008 @ 02:34 pm

- 19

[Dean looks tired, dazed and confused as he looks around his bedroom and accesses the second level, rubbing at the back of his neck where there's a crown tattoo very similar to that of his brother's -- but, of course, he doesn't realize it's there just yet]

Fuck. Just -- Christ, how long was I gone? Feels like a friggin' year.

Sammy. Both of you. You're okay, right? Damn well better be.

Tags: plot: kidnapping

Current Mood:

worried

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15 February 2008 @ 05:37 pm

- 18

Looks like good ol' V-Day's come and gone.

( Filter: Template!Sam )

((ooc: I can't think of any V-Day presents right now, and I'm in a rush. I'll post them up if I think of them. Sorry for being such a flake the last week, guys; life's still kind of hectic. ♥))

Tags: holidays, sam winchester (template)

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11 February 2008 @ 02:12 pm

- 17

[a tired and visibly sleep-rumpled Dean wanders into the kitchen, searching for some food and his morning coffee. but looking up, he sees -- o hay, who's that already in the kitchen?]

'Morning, Rose. Been a while since we've had you in El Casa Winche --

Uh.

[he dons an honest, slightly nervous smile, flattening his OMGBEDMUSSED hair] -- Uh, hey, Rose. How's it goin'?

Tags: plot: love at first sight, rose tyler (original)

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09 February 2008 @ 12:53 pm

- 16

[Dean is sitting on the sofa, cleaning a shotgun; one's in his hand, one's on the coffee table next to him. Fay is laying next to him, head on his lap, not fazed at all that Daddy Number Two has a weapon]

Yeah, guess what's going on the list of Things Dean Never Wants To Experience Again. Friggin' glad that that's overwith. And I'd love to know why the hell I don't remember half of it. [finishes with the gun, the thing making a satisfying 'ka-chik'. Fay sniffs at it curiously. Dean smirks]

No fear, man.

Tags: re: plot, sam winchester (original), sam winchester (template)

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22 January 2008 @ 12:28 am

- 15

[Dean is sitting on the couch, beer in hand -- and he's not looking terribly happy.]

I don't know what the hell to think anymore.

((ooc: Dean, being Dean, was out past curfew. He's lost his ability to hide his emotions, so if he's feeling something, you're gonna know -- and you're gonna know why. Unfortunately he's feeling broody and angsty right now.))

Tags: angst, curfew

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20 January 2008 @ 01:00 pm

- 14

Guess what monumental holiday Thursday is.

( Filter: Private )

Tags: batshit template, i am awesome

Current Music: Boston: Don't Look Back

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14 January 2008 @ 12:54 pm

- 13

[Enter Dean through the apartment door, gasping for air and coughing]

That - is - seriously - fucked up.

Tags: batshit template, house arrest

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11 January 2008 @ 04:05 pm

- 12

[music is playing loudly in the background -- AC/DC or Metallica or Black Sabbath, it doesn't matter, just as long as it's loud -- but it doesn't quite drown out the things he's hearing]

Shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT THE HELL UP!

[something is kicked over]

Tags: hearing voices, past sins

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01 January 2008 @ 10:35 am

- 11

Happy friggin' new year.

[may or may not be sitting alone and half-drunk in his apartment at two in the morning due to BROTHERANGST]

Would you look at that. 'S January all over again. I'll be ... Christ, I'll be twenty -- oh, shit, man, I'm old.

Tags: birthday, drinking, new year's without sam

Current Mood:

drunk

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28 December 2007 @ 05:50 pm

- 10

SAM!

Where the fuck is my brother?

Tags: oh shit, sam's gone

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21 December 2007 @ 08:59 pm

- 09

[oof]

That was the best damn sleep I've had in years.

((ooc: Sooo. Dean was affected by the dream plot, but I've been busy so I never got around to writing it. When I do, I'll put it up somewhere. :3 And when he says 'sleep' he means 'dream', of course. :9))

Tags: dreams

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19 December 2007 @ 12:16 am

- 08

[The carolers have worked their magic yet again and sent Dean off to sleep.

Fade in on a cozy living room in what must be a nice house - Sam's house, to be exact; one can tell by all the bookshelves - , a lush Christmas tree complete with lights and decorations standing a few feet away from a crackling fire. A couch sits across from the fire, and on the couch sit four people: one is Dean, one is Sam, one is Jessica and one is Lisa. Both boys - looking slightly older than their current mid-twenties selves - sit with their arms around their respective girls (though if one noticed the wedding rings, wives), watching as three children sit on the floor tearing Christmas presents open, shouts of joy and surprise coming from the kids.

The four of them would be talking, but they seem to be perfectly content watching their offspring (two are Sam and Jessica's and one is, of course, Ben, the spitting image of his father) happy, safe, fighting over presents.

There's a knock at the door that draws the adults' attention away, and Sam and Dean seem to be making a quick unvocalised decision before Dean chooses to stand up and walk out to the doorway.

"Hey guys, guess who's here."

Framed by the gently falling snow outside are Mary and John Winchester looking a little older, a little greyer, but both smiling. Both alive.

The kids have abandoned their presents for the moment, because they're running to the door and all three of them are trying to get into Mary and John's arms at once. Sam has followed them out, and he stops to stand by Dean, smiling. They watch as their parents hug and kiss each of the children, then, as Sam asks them to go back in the living room, they hug their parents as well.

It feels so real, and for a moment it hurts.

But then later they're all sitting around the dining room table, a delicious-looking turkey sitting still uncarved in the middle of it. The Winchesters are about to say grace, hands held around the table. And after a lightning round of 'not me', Dean's been voted to say it. Pausing, taking a thoughtful breath, he closes his eyes.

He has so much to be grateful for.

But the scene begins to fade as he drifts into wakefulness yet again, and eventually the dream will be nothing more than dregs of a memory.]

Tags: christmas, dreams

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