Post by Dean Winchester on Nov 20, 2013 19:28:59 GMT -5
Dean Winchester
Name: Dean Winchester Alias: Jerk (If your name isn't Sam, this isn't a nickname, shithead.) Dean also has a plethora of rock culture aliases he uses to get around. Age: 35 Occupation: Professional Hunter. Dean doesn't have a cover job - when he's not hunting, he's out on the road with Sam. Member Group: Hunter Playby: Jensen Ackles |
PERSONALITY ASSESSMENT
LIKES:
♞ Food: What? A guy's got to eat - and Dean absolutely loves his road snacks. Mainly pie - any kind of pie. Apple, pecan, you name it, he likes it. And burgers, though he's been a touch leery of those ever since the Turducken incident.
♞ His baby: Otherwise known as the ever-gorgeous 1967 Chevrolet Impala that is pretty much Dean's home, Dean absolutely loves his car and will seriously mess up your face if you hurt her. Ask Sam.
♞ Ganking demons: And just about anything else, really. As Zachariah helpfully pointed out oh so long ago, hunting is in Dean's blood. He'll find his way to it, no matter what the reality he is in.
♞ Castiel - The dumbest angel in the garrison, the one who threw his lot in with the Winchesters and humanity, the royal fool who tried to become God because God just didn't care anymore - yeah, Dean has a soft spot for this particular angel, even if, just like Sam, he has the lamentable habit of pulling dick moves from time to time. [/ul]
DISLIKES:
♞ Stupidity:
♞ Not being in charge: This one isn't something Dean is completely self-aware of, but the fact of the matter is, Dean lives a seriously chaotic lifestyle. There are certain things, certain elements, that he likes to have a solid grip on, if only so that some things remain solid when the entire world is coming to an end all around him.
♞ Crowley: The self-proclaimed King of Hell has had his uses, Dean won't deny that. And unlike certain demons
♞ Leviathan - What's more annoying than a Jefferson Starship? A bloody Leviathan, that's what. Sure, they cut the head off and the body's floundering something fierce, but that doesn't make them any less of an asspain. Of all the things Dean's encountered in his hunting travels, these big mouthed nasties were among the worst, not just for being difficult to kill, but for being insidious and brilliant at integrating themselves literally everywhere. Not to mention Dick sent him to Purgatory. But we don't talk about that. [/ul]
STRENGTHS:
♞ Stubborn: Dean wouldn't be where he is now if he wasn't stubborn. He wouldn't be alive - heck, the world would have gone under in Apocalypse 1.0 if he hadn't consistently refused the Heavenly Host. Sam would be dead several times over. Say what you will about the bad sides of stubbornness, Dean Winchester counts his as an asset.[/ul]
WEAKNESSES:
♞ Angelic Vessel: This hasn't been a problem since Apocalypse 1.0 and honestly, Dean's pretty convinced it isn't one anymore. Except for, ya'know. The whole of Heaven wanting his ass on a crucifix.
♞ Corrupted Moral Compass: Alright, so Dean is one of the good guys. That doesn't always mean he does good things or even that his notion of good is the best thing out there. He does a lot of really wicked shit and while part of it is for a greater good, Sammy is living proof that good intentions are a one way ticket to the hot place.[/ul]
GOALS:
FEARS:
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Dean plays himself off as a straight laced hedonist. If he's thirsty, he drinks. When he wants sex, he goes out and gets it. The same goes for a sandwich or a fight - he says as much himself, and for the most part, its pretty much true. The deeper, more convoluted sides of Dean are reserved for his close friends and family. Truth is, Dean's pretty dependant on those he counts as family - not that he would admit it, or even realizes it, to be honest. He hates being alone, and when he lets you in he will not let you go without a fierce and often times bloody fight. He has no fear laying his soul on the line for the people he truly loves, and that's a loyalty that is hard won and difficult to lose once gained. No matter how mad he gets with certain people who shall remain nameless, at the end of the day, when they need him, he's there. Every time.
HISTORICAL OVERVIEW
BIRTHPLACE:
PARENTS:
SIBLINGS:
IMPORTANT RELATIVES:
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They encounter a number of supernatural elements, including Hellhounds and a mysterious virus known as 'CROATOAN' before Ash yields any real results. It turns out that there are more kids out there that have Sam's precognitive gifts - gifts Dean has been trying very hard to ignore - and it eventually becomes clear that Azazel has been building an army of psychic children for an upcoming war. This tidbit comes to a head when Sammy is abducted to Cold Oak, South Dakota to fight for his life Hunger Games style against a small group of other psychic kids.
Dean made it, after searching through a 3000-mile haystack, only to see Sam stabbed in the back. His brother collapsed in his arms, and Dean knew there was no way in Hell he was going to stand for this shit. He didn't care that he was putting his soul on the line - and when the cross-roads demon whittled his time down, he still couldn't be arsed to give a shit. What mattered was getting Sam back - and he succeeded in doing that. Round one of soul poker officially started for one Dean Winchester.
After bringing Sam back, they head to the Roadhouse only to find it a pit of ashes. In the midst is a watch that belongs to Ash, but no other traces of their Roadhouse friends can be found. Shaking it off, the boys carry on to Bobby's, where they discover that Samuel Colt had built a huge Devil's Trap via connected railways in Wyoming. Together with Bobby (And Ellen, who turned out to have survived) they head to Wyoming only to see the Gates to Hell opened. John crosses over long enough for Dean to shoot the Yellow-Eyed Demon Azazel, and its time to face the music from Sam about dragging him back to the world of the living by trading his soul like Dad did. Dean can't be fussed too much, because as far as he sees it - they won.
Of course, things are far from over. The gates of hell had been opened and countless nasties had poured themselves out over the earth. Time for Dean Winchester was ticking by rapidly, the apocalypse was nigh and Sam kept trying to dig a hole in the cross-roads deal. Though he doesn't remember it, he actually died upwards of a hundred and three times during the course of this year when the apparent Trickster got hold of him in the Mystery Spot. Of course, between keeping Sam from getting killed by Gordon and finding his own way out of the deal as the fear of death finally comes kicking, escaping prison and hosts of demons, there isn't a whole lot of time to care about Sam's Endless Tuesday.
As they begin hunting Lilith in earnest, Dean learns the darker side of cross-roads deals as he begins seeing the true faces of demons beneath their meat suits. With help from Bobby (And more help from the demon-bitch Ruby) Dean and Sam locate Lilith in Indiana, but it doesn't do them much good when the Hellhounds come knocking, or rather barging in to literally drag Dean kicking and screaming into Hell. It's at this point the story takes a dark turn. (Yeah, this was the light shit.)
Hell is a concept best left without description, a memory best kept hidden in nightmares and daylight flashbacks. It doesn't bear thinking about, so Dean quite frankly doesn't think about it. He knows his father lasted a hundred years before he broke - and it makes him wonder, sometimes, if the angels chose the right 'righteous man', but that's where our earlier reflections on angelic and human perspective comes into play. From a human perspective, John's strength outranks Dean's by sixty years - surely making him more righteous of the two. From an angelic perspective, the years didn't matter. Dean Winchester's name was written down, he was the vessel, and so for him, Heaven laid siege to Hell. For Dean Winchester, the Angel of Thursday fought through Perdition and gripped tight, pulling him back to the world of the living, a world that was about to turn, eternally, on its axis for one Dean Winchester.
The first thing that Dean had to accept was that angels were real. Demons he had always been able to accept - evil, it made sense. Angels - Heaven - that all indicated a concept of God in a way Dean wasn't really ready to swallow. Yet there was Castiel with his wide-spread shadow wings and a voice like thunder constrained by mortal form. It wasn't enough to make Dean devout by any stretch, but it was enough to make him listen. And what he heard, it didn't impress him. So the apocalypse was supposed to happen. So the fuck what? He was just supposed to stand there and let two dicks get their smite on? Hell no.
With an angel at his side, with and against him, Dean faced down Sam's betrayal (Demon blood, fucking really?!) attacks on Reapers and his own dirty soul when the angels bid him to torture the demon Alistair. There are a lot of things Dean isn't proud of - the man he became in Hell, and the man he was as he dealt with Alistair, stand strongly among them. Discovering that he was the first seal in the apocalypse? Well that was just the cherry filling to the world's greatest pity-me pie in Dean's opinion. Not that he wasted too much time in feeling sorry for himself. With Uriel and other angels dicking about trying to force his hand into accepting his role as Michael's vessel, Dean's primary concern was finding a way to say 'Hell no' in Enochian. Or whatever language it would take for the damn bastards to get the hint.
Sam's blood problem ultimately leads to the death of Lilith and the start of the apocalypse - the real, Lucifer is here, everything sucks forever apocalypse. Up until this point, chasing down the seals with the angels and trying to keep Sam on the straight and narrow, things seemed pretty crap, but otherwise hopeful. Not so when it turns out Sam is Lucifer's vessel and the goddamn Horsemen are galloping around. In truth, Dean was so close to giving up on everything by this point that when this came to light, he honestly had no strength to give a shit. Then, Zachariah tried to convince him to say yes to Michael by kicking him into a vision of the future.
Dean hasn't said a damn word to anyone about the vision Zachariah spun for him, but aspects of it remain emblazoned in his mind, stalking through his dreams from time to time. He was some kind of broken in that future - sacrificing his friends without a thought, torturing again and being casual about it - and he wasn't the only one. What became of Castiel was alarming, disturbing, to such a deep degree that the only thing Dean could bring himself to say when Zachariah returned him to the proper point in time was that Cas should never change. The angel may be seven kinds of weird, but there was something plain not right about him being that kind of broken human.
Its loosely around this point that Dean first meets Crowley. First impressions being the things they are, it wasn't hard to distrust Crowley as a demon, but there was a definite aspect to him that Dean felt he could trust; an all consuming sense of self-preservation. We'll come back to Crowley shortly, but let it be known that upon first meet, Dean Winchester knew three things about him. One, he was a smarmy bastard. Two, he could be counted on to look out for himself and only himself and three, don't eat his tailor, he won't thank you for that.
Equipped with the Colt, its time to hunt down the devil. The casualty list is a painful one, as Ellen and Jo, the mother and sister Dean never got a chance to express his feelings toward, are sacrificed for the greater good - or what would have been the greater good if the damn Colt had been capable of killing the devil. Naturally, bloody Lucifer is one of the five things immune to the Colt's legendary powers. Go figure.
Hope smothered and guilt riding him like a saddle to the apocalyptic rodeo, finding out that God himself doesn't see Lucifer and Michael's brotherly spat as his problem is almost enough to break Dean down. With Ellen and Jo dead because of him (or so it feels, anyway) Dean's having a hard time justifying his constant nay saying to the angels. Logically he knows that there are millions of people who would die as a result of this, but in his small world, there was already a casualty list too high to face.
He should have known that Sam wouldn't stand for that shit, and in a way he had expected Sam's intervention. It was Castiel that surprised him. The angel was hard to trust, despite being against Uriel's plan to jump start the apocalypse in the first place - but it wasn't until Castiel joined with Sam and Bobby to drag him out of his pity party that he began to have faith in the angel as a friend.
In the end, it is all for naught when it is discovered that Adam (Sam and Dean's half-brother by John) has accepted Michael and chosen to serve as a vessel. Though a rescue attempt is made (In which Castiel literally carved a sigil into his chest to buy them some time - one of those dick moves mentioned above, but not one Dean's ever confronted the angel on) it ultimately fails and it is decided that Sam will take Lucifer in and jump into the Cage with him. Dean does not like it, does not agree with it, but knows that Sam will accept no other choice. In the back of his mind, Dean is making contingency plans, ways to drag Sam out when all is said and done.
The keys to the cage gathered, Dean met Death himself (Itself?) along the way in a pizza joint in Chicago. Though he won't admit it, there's something about Death that feels bigger than the other Horsemen. Feels bigger than anything Dean has ever faced - and it's not just the being's arrogant turns of phrase and belittling analogies. Its the way he moves, the way he talks. Dean believes it, when Death says he will one day reap God. The final key acquired, Death showed Dean how to use them to unlock the cage.
At first, it seems a lost cause when Sam says yes. Lucifer consumes him, inside and out, and leaves to face Michael via Adam. Dean knows Sam is in there somewhere, and he wasn't going to let Sam fight this alone. Sure, millions were going to die now, but Dean intended to be among the first, if only so Sam wouldn't have to be alone in all of this.
He gets to the rodeo, and Michael's as big a dick as anticipated. Castiel, of all the damn people, Molotov's the bastard with holy fire (Even Dean had to admit Lucifer had a great turn of phrase on that one) and buys Dean some time with Sam that is, in truth, more time getting his ass kicked by Lucifer than actual Sam time. But something triggers in Sam - Dean doesn't know how he did it, but Sam pulled forward and opened the door to Lucifer's cage. Michael returned, tried to stop him, and in the end was dragged to hell with Sam and Lucifer.
For a moment, just a second that felt like a thousand years, Dean was alone. Bobby was dead. Cas was dead. Sam was gone. There was nothing. Nobody.
And then Cas was back, fully formed and unharmed. Reality felt disjointed and wrong, to the point that Dean couldn't help but as if Cas was God. The angel wasn't, of course - but that didn't mean he wouldn't try. But again, thats getting ahead of matters.
See, with Lucifer gone and the apocalypse averted, the angels pretty much fell into anarchy. Oh no, no more pre-ordained story to follow? Better go civil war up in Heaven. Rather than be smart and rely on his friends, Castiel cuts a deal with Crowley (Told you we'd talk about him again) and starts going down a dark road of good intentions. He brought Sam back, which was nice, but he missed a part. A really broken, shattered, tortured part. He missed Sam's soul. So for a year, soulless Sam was out hunting with Samuel Winchester, also back from the dead, killing things known as Alphas. The first Monsters, if you will, in search of Purgatory.
Crowley and Castiel were going to split the souls of Purgatory for power purposes. Honestly, Dean didn't quite get the whole gist of it, but Death had a few poignant comments that made enough clear for him to feel a whole lot of hell no about the entire situation. He tried to reach Castiel, but the angel was too embroiled and was ultimately lost to his intentions. Purgatory was opened and souls absorbed, ancient monsters known as Leviathan included.
And then Cas really was God. An active, righteous, pants-shittingly terrifying god. Remembering what Death said about reaping God, and remembering more keenly the feeling of sheer power he had got just being around the beings chosen vessel, Dean found a way to harness Death and tried to have Castiel stopped once and for all. A part of him didn't like it - not just because he was playing with forces well beyond his pay grade, but because he didn't like having to put down a friend. Yet the bigger part of Dean - the logical part of Dean - believed that Castiel was already dead.
The angel Dean knew, the one who laid down everything for Free Will, the one who sacrificed so much, could not be this thing that was terrorizing the planet. Whatever Castiel had become, it wasn't a god - and it wasn't Cas, either. Unfortunately, Castiel over-rode the harness, and Dean got a verbal spanking from Death that he could feel in his bones was a light ass way of getting off for what he did there.
In the end though, it was for the best in a way, because somehow, Castiel found himself. to the point he was able to realize he'd become something he'd never meant to become, and he released the souls to Purgatory - except the Leviathan hung on. They took over his vessel and, from what Dean could tell, they overtook his grace, too. They waded into a water reservoir, Castiel was lost and the Leviathan broke free, and it was a whole new happy hell to face.
Chasing Dick Roman was a royal asspain Dean would rather not repeat, and it cost him Bobby. He never got a chance to tell the man that despite all the crap he put him through, despite all the shit he said sometimes, Bobby was the closest thing to a traditional father he'd ever known. John had always been his General, the leader for his soldier to pay tribute to, but Bobby - Bobby had been dad, in all the ways that truly mattered.
In the end, Dean was able to destroy Dick, but it cost him and Cas a trip to Purgatory that he's still not quite overcome. The world is a mess and Cas is broken, people are popping out of graves like death just doesn't matter anymore (Which has Dean thinking there is going to be some royal hell to paythe Reaper way soon) and Lucifer's on the loose again because why the hell not. How many times is this world going to need saving, sweet merciful cherry pie?! Dean Winchester doesn't damn well know, but he does have an angel who can teach him how to say Hell No in Enochian - because it looks like Michael's back in the game too. Yay.
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