Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 0:44:34 GMT -5
Dean Winchester
Name: Dean Winchester Alias: Dean. Just Dean Age: 35 Occupation: Member Group: Hunter Playby: Jensen Ackles |
Dean Winchester was named after a woman.
It’s funny if you think about it too long, that such a testosterone driven beefcake was named after a woman. If asked about it, though, he’d assure you she was one bad ass lady. His Grandmother, Deanna, was a hunter. See, Dean comes from quite a long line of hunters but that was never the life his Mother sought out for him.
Dean was born on January 24 in 1979. His parents, John and Mary, made a modest living in Lawrence, Kansas and for the first four years things were easy as pie (mmmm, pie). They had pancakes on Saturday mornings and Dean would help his Dad with the regular maintenance on the car as soon as he was able to stand up on his own. His parents went out on dates while the teenage girl across the street kept him entertained. Life was dull. His parents started talking in whispers and looking at name books and life was getting more exciting when he learned he’d have a baby brother or sister, a companion. Sammy came when Dean was four and while he wasn’t such a fan of what a whiny bitch he was those first few weeks, soon the kid grew on him.
That’d all change soon enough, though. The memories of how his life as a hunter started were vivid. He could remember the tone his Father used like it was yesterday when he told him to take Sam and run outside. The smell of the house going up around them, the sound of the sirens, the silence as they sat at the police station giving a statement, his Dad wailing outside the motel room when he thought Dean was asleep. All of his senses were alive that night and any moment of meditation could bring the memories back to life throughout his adult life. That day shaped the rest of his life and even after ganking the demon that caused it all Dean is still haunted at the memory of his beautiful mother’s untimely demise.
After that Dean’s childhood was anything but conventional. They moved around a lot chasing after this lead and that, each new town brought a new school, a new motel, and the same old questions from strangers. Soon enough he learned that it was his family that mattered and not the kids at school or the teachers that looked at him with sad eyes. The one constant he had was his task of taking care of Sammy. Sure, as a brat kid Dean wasn’t too excited about it. He made stupid mistakes, leaving Sammy sleeping so he could get a snack or skip over to the arcade, but when push came to shove he always made sure his brother was comfortable and safe. Sam made the friends, Dean chased off the bullies, all while his Dad tried desperately to avenge his Mother’s death.
It was not the way any kid should have grown up but Dean learned early on that his Dad didn’t know any better. Later in life he’d look back to realize just how much he idolized the man. It was a dangerous form of idolatry, because sooner or later the old man would have to let him down. But Dean fought for him. When he was seventeen school was no longer a priority. He wasn’t very smart and it wouldn’t do him any good as a hunter and so he dropped out. His dad didn’t have much in the way of commentary on the subject and so it was understood that he’d help out on hunts, two salt-shelled shotguns were better than one, after all. But all the while his brother stayed in school. Dean legitimately didn’t think it bothered him. Sam needed the normalcy during his precious teen years, he could see that, but when Sammy started talking about college and law school and a life outside of the one they’d (almost) always known Dean’s loyalty was to his Father.
And so Sammy left. It was a difficult time for Dean. His Father had been emotionally constipated since his Mother died and so any turmoil he felt all came out on Dean when the guy would drink. Dean took it in stride, still idolizing his Father. He did start to branch out a little bit more on his own. He’d go on solo hunts, sometimes just say he was hunting and spend a week in bed with a beautiful woman, that sort of thing. But either way he was branching out. With Sam gone there was nothing holding his Father back from obsessing about the demon that killed their mother and then one day he was gone. When a few days had passed with no word from his Father Dean did all he knew: he found Sam.
And that was the beginning of a whole new life.
Over the next 8 years his life would take so many twists and turns only bad literature would make it believable. And bad literature did make it believe. Dean has been to hell and escaped purgatory. He’s fought for his brother’s soul, opened the gates of hell and worked to close them permanently. He was nearly host to an archangel and been best friends with a vampire and a defective angel. And all throughout he’s kept the first and most consistent creed of his messed up life: take care of your brother. Dean’s priority was always Sam. He died for him and so when faced once again with his Brother’s death he made the most difficult decision he ever had to: he let an angel into his brother’s body.
It was one of the decisions he’d come to regret the most. The angel deceived him and as when it became clear that the angel inside his brother had not been Ezekiel but Lucifer instead it was his old friend guilt that found him. His relationship with Sam strained, it’s all Dean can do to try and pick up the pieces while trying to process the revival of friends and family. But the apologies have been said and it’s time to move on; Dean won’t give up until the fat lady sings.
It’s funny if you think about it too long, that such a testosterone driven beefcake was named after a woman. If asked about it, though, he’d assure you she was one bad ass lady. His Grandmother, Deanna, was a hunter. See, Dean comes from quite a long line of hunters but that was never the life his Mother sought out for him.
Dean was born on January 24 in 1979. His parents, John and Mary, made a modest living in Lawrence, Kansas and for the first four years things were easy as pie (mmmm, pie). They had pancakes on Saturday mornings and Dean would help his Dad with the regular maintenance on the car as soon as he was able to stand up on his own. His parents went out on dates while the teenage girl across the street kept him entertained. Life was dull. His parents started talking in whispers and looking at name books and life was getting more exciting when he learned he’d have a baby brother or sister, a companion. Sammy came when Dean was four and while he wasn’t such a fan of what a whiny bitch he was those first few weeks, soon the kid grew on him.
That’d all change soon enough, though. The memories of how his life as a hunter started were vivid. He could remember the tone his Father used like it was yesterday when he told him to take Sam and run outside. The smell of the house going up around them, the sound of the sirens, the silence as they sat at the police station giving a statement, his Dad wailing outside the motel room when he thought Dean was asleep. All of his senses were alive that night and any moment of meditation could bring the memories back to life throughout his adult life. That day shaped the rest of his life and even after ganking the demon that caused it all Dean is still haunted at the memory of his beautiful mother’s untimely demise.
After that Dean’s childhood was anything but conventional. They moved around a lot chasing after this lead and that, each new town brought a new school, a new motel, and the same old questions from strangers. Soon enough he learned that it was his family that mattered and not the kids at school or the teachers that looked at him with sad eyes. The one constant he had was his task of taking care of Sammy. Sure, as a brat kid Dean wasn’t too excited about it. He made stupid mistakes, leaving Sammy sleeping so he could get a snack or skip over to the arcade, but when push came to shove he always made sure his brother was comfortable and safe. Sam made the friends, Dean chased off the bullies, all while his Dad tried desperately to avenge his Mother’s death.
It was not the way any kid should have grown up but Dean learned early on that his Dad didn’t know any better. Later in life he’d look back to realize just how much he idolized the man. It was a dangerous form of idolatry, because sooner or later the old man would have to let him down. But Dean fought for him. When he was seventeen school was no longer a priority. He wasn’t very smart and it wouldn’t do him any good as a hunter and so he dropped out. His dad didn’t have much in the way of commentary on the subject and so it was understood that he’d help out on hunts, two salt-shelled shotguns were better than one, after all. But all the while his brother stayed in school. Dean legitimately didn’t think it bothered him. Sam needed the normalcy during his precious teen years, he could see that, but when Sammy started talking about college and law school and a life outside of the one they’d (almost) always known Dean’s loyalty was to his Father.
And so Sammy left. It was a difficult time for Dean. His Father had been emotionally constipated since his Mother died and so any turmoil he felt all came out on Dean when the guy would drink. Dean took it in stride, still idolizing his Father. He did start to branch out a little bit more on his own. He’d go on solo hunts, sometimes just say he was hunting and spend a week in bed with a beautiful woman, that sort of thing. But either way he was branching out. With Sam gone there was nothing holding his Father back from obsessing about the demon that killed their mother and then one day he was gone. When a few days had passed with no word from his Father Dean did all he knew: he found Sam.
And that was the beginning of a whole new life.
Over the next 8 years his life would take so many twists and turns only bad literature would make it believable. And bad literature did make it believe. Dean has been to hell and escaped purgatory. He’s fought for his brother’s soul, opened the gates of hell and worked to close them permanently. He was nearly host to an archangel and been best friends with a vampire and a defective angel. And all throughout he’s kept the first and most consistent creed of his messed up life: take care of your brother. Dean’s priority was always Sam. He died for him and so when faced once again with his Brother’s death he made the most difficult decision he ever had to: he let an angel into his brother’s body.
It was one of the decisions he’d come to regret the most. The angel deceived him and as when it became clear that the angel inside his brother had not been Ezekiel but Lucifer instead it was his old friend guilt that found him. His relationship with Sam strained, it’s all Dean can do to try and pick up the pieces while trying to process the revival of friends and family. But the apologies have been said and it’s time to move on; Dean won’t give up until the fat lady sings.
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