Dean Winchester
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Super hunter with the devil's own charm. Watch out though because this Winchester is protected by Jessie's Smith and Wesson!
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Post by Dean Winchester on Feb 7, 2010 0:12:49 GMT -5
Vampires, werewolves, shape shifters and skinwalkers, he could handle. Give him irritated ghosts, rampaging demons and the apocalypse on a silver platter. Throw angry angels at his ass, or tie him naked to a stake in some rabid bunny filled field…anything but this!
“Sir, what kind of roses would you like? We have red, white, pink and special colors, if you’d like to get your sweetheart her favorite color? Then there are vases, crystal for $29.99 and hand painted pottery for a few dollars more. Would you like to include a card? A box of chocolates? A teddy bear?”
AAIEEEEE! RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY!
Squelching the insane urge to throw holy water in the matronly flower shop owner’s face as she smiled at him, Dean forced a smile and looked down at the wares on the counter. Good God, who the hell knew that Valentine’s Day would be such a nightmare? Forget the fact that there were no parking spots on the street and that his baby was currently sitting in a grocery store lot two streets over- ooh, if it got even a SCRATCH, someone was gonna die- he thought that fighting Armageddon was insane? Man, try shouldering his way through a throng of anxious husbands trying to buy their presents at the last minute.
Sheeze, and some people wondered why men lost their hair so quickly. With all the pinched, panicked looks on these guys’ faces, it was a wonder why marriage hadn’t been outlawed in most states.
“Sir, are you alright?” ‘Martha,’ or the owner’s nametag read, gave him a strange look and took a step back.
With a little cough, he lowered the hand he was holding to the back of his head- no bald spots there, good to know- and forced a shrug. “Uh…just a bit overwhelmed. Red ones are for Valentines Day, right?”
And cue another lengthy bout of questions on good ‘ol Martha’s part. Jeeze, women and their flowers.
Forty minutes, two more lectures and a game of ‘THE LAST BOX OF CHOCOLATES IS MINE, DUDE!’ later, Dean leaned back against the driver’s door of his Impala, feeling more drained than after a long, dirty Hunt. If he ever thought that guys could turn into a bunch of rabid women at a shoe sale outside of a car show, he definitely wouldn’t have thought it’d be over flowers.
If Jessie didn’t take the little gift he’d managed to steal from a horde of panicky newlyweds, he was going to ring her neck. But hell, he was proud of the choice he’d made, under Martha’s careful tutelage.
…Even if he’d had to run halfway down the damn block with the little gift wrapped box in his hand, screaming like a girl as he was chased by ten or fifteen husbands. GOD, Valentines Day was freaking insane!
The Impala purred as he coaxed her to life, making short work of the distance between the grocery store and the motel. It was early yet, just turning 9am as he pulled into the lot. Was it wrong that he felt like a kid at Christmas- well…okay, so he’d never really been a kid at Christmas, but he still felt all twitchy as hell- as he juggled the gift and a box of chocolates in his hand?
As quietly as he could, Dean moved into the motel room, padding across the threadbare carpet until he reached the bed. Jessie was probably just beginning to climb out of whatever dream she’d been having, with those familiarly acute Hunter senses of hers, so he had to move fast.
With a deep breath- Jesus, introducing another Chick Flick Moment, brought to you by Dean Winchester!- he opened the little heart adorned box and lay it down on the pillow beside her, along with the similarly heart shaped box of chocolates. Rubbing the back of his neck with a cough, he shifted a bit beside the bed, wondering if it was necessary to hang around. But, in the end, he decided that pulling a Monty Python was easier on his brain. Time to run away to the bathroom!
It had taken half an hour, but he’d turned down all of the normal flower arrangements that Martha had suggested, instead opting for something that had made him pause. Amid the bustle inside the shop, with men jostling for room as they reached for the nearest stem and truffle, inside a glass case lay a palm-sized silver and gold encrusted flower. It was plain, a bit dented from being handled so much and…well, it was eternal. And, according to Dean, fit their situation perfectly.
It was forever.
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Jessie Coulter ♬
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Hunter The YOUNGER Coulter twin who's hell on wheels. She's feisty and she's beautiful, but beware boys: she's got a devilish Winchester hot on her heels, and he's not taking 'no' for an answer!
Shes a rebel, shes a saint. Shes the salt of the earth and she is dangerous!
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Feb 7, 2010 15:19:33 GMT -5
There was nothing like a morning when you could sleep in and ignore the world. Nothing like a night spent in a comfortable bed without once being awakened by the ringing of a telephone saying someone was in need of saving. Nothing like having wild monkey sex that had left the neighbors pounding on the wall of their paper thin hotel room before curling up close to that same hard body responsible for the crazy gymnatics and passing out. Nothing like..... waking up to an empty bed? What the hell? ON NO HE HADN'T.....
Coming awake slowly, Jessie Coulter become aware of the empty space beside her. Reaching out an arm, she felt around on the mattress but the sheets were cold. Frowning, her eyes fluttered and a frown marred her pretty face. With hair tumbling wildly over her face and shoulders, she opened on eye, sat up on an elbow and stared blindly at the neglected spot beside her.
As she did so, something on the pillow caught her attention and she reached up to tuck a lock of chocolate colored hair behind an ear. For a moment, she stared in bemusement at the delicate looking flower and had to blink a few times before it seemed real. Beside it sat a box of Godiva chocolates and her eyebrows went for the heavens.
Forcing herself upwards, she pulled the sheet around her body and then hesitantly reached for the other object on the pillow since it was the item in question. What on earth? she thought to herself as she gently picked it up and examined it closer. It was definitely beautiful but why on earth was it on the pillow? Along with a box of her favorite chocolate?
Suddenly, clarity hit the huntress and her gaze shot upwards. The hotel room seemed to be deserted but she knew Dean couldn't have gone far. A wide grin spread across her face as she cradled the present and then sighed. It was Valentines Day and while her lover had no way of knowing it... It was the first gift she'd ever recieved on the holiday. The fact that he'd actually remembered the event was suprising but the evidence that he'd actually wanted to celebrate it with her made her want to drag him back in the bed and eat him up like HE was the box of candy instead.
It was a novel experience to say the least and not one she'd ever really expected to have. Because, well lets face it... Monsters didn't really take the time to buy a girl roses before they tried to either eat you or kill you. Well, at least... Most of the time anyways.. there had been that time when a blood sucker had taken that unique approach with his victims and tried it with her...
Shaking her head, the young woman pulled her thoughts back to the present and glanced towards the bathroom door as a sound reached her ears. Grinning wickedly, she crossed her legs and sat indian style in the bed before calling out.
"Baby? You going to hide in there all day or are you going to come out here where I can thank you properly? Cause if your planning on doing that... I"m going to just have to kiss the first guy I see ....Unless you want that guy to be someone else.... " she teased, her voice trailing off.
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Dean Winchester
*Hunter*
Super hunter with the devil's own charm. Watch out though because this Winchester is protected by Jessie's Smith and Wesson!
On the Highway to Hell!
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Post by Dean Winchester on Feb 11, 2010 11:59:41 GMT -5
Okay, so it was official: he was a frikken boob. Leaning his elbows against the edge of the motel’s slightly grimy sink, Dean splashed a bit of water onto his face with a sigh. Did he just RUN AWAY from the sleeping beauty in the other room? Gotten so anxious, so nervous that his gifts wouldn’t be up to snuff, that he’d actually retreated to the bathroom.
And, as if that hadn’t been enough, the only thing that he could think of while retreating, was ‘RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY!’ Well, sign him up for Monty Python tryouts. Yeesh.
Swiping an arm along the dripping expanse of his nose and chin, the Hunter couldn’t help but shake his head at his reflection. There was just something about that woman in the other room that never failed to both throw him off balance, and drag him back to her side like some spirited, sweet smelling magnet. Women were just a means to an end for him; a warm body to spend the night and share some shits and giggles with until the sun woke up and demanded sanity. He liked the chase, he liked to be chased- well, only if the one doing the chasing liked wearing mini’s and had names like Bambi- and he loved falling back into a nice, soft bed with a laughing woman following close behind.
So when the hell had he decided that the life he’d been so content with living just wasn’t his thing anymore?
And cue that oh-so-familiar voice. That’s right; there was the reason why he’d decided that having a blond a night just didn’t make the cut anymore. She was lean, she was mean, she could twist like a pretzel and make his eyes cross…
And man, she was his. Start up the freaking B-romance movie tunes, but it was the truth and he was man enough to admit it. He was obsessed. Intrigued. OWNED, for crying out loud, by a slip of a woman who could kick his ass two weeks from Sunday and have him crawling back for more.
But was he complaining? Looking at the slightly grizzled face in the mirror that peered back at him with a wry brow raised, he decided that he was an avid fan of ‘no.’ No, he didn’t mind…and hell, was he surprised about it. Talk about life throwing some unexpected and very appreciated left hooks.
“Well, given that the only guy outside at this time would be Earl, the motel owner that the both of us called ‘Mammoth’ last week, I’m gonna say that your lips are safe.” With a little grin at his reflection, the Hunter turned to move toward the door. Leaning sideways on the jam, he looked at her across the room, the usual quirky smirk on his face.
Tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he struck a casual pose. “And just to clarify; I wasn’t hiding. I was just letting you wake up slowly, after the last time you almost threw me out the window,” Remembering the other morning, he grimaced, shaking his head as he sauntered over to the bed. He’d made the mistake of shaking her a bit too hard to turn off the alarm near her head and had earned a nice little over-the-shoulder move before he could yelp out a surrender.
The funny thing was that, as he’d stared at the ceiling, the bedside table half on his chest and dust bunnies around his ears, the idea that Valentine’s Day might be something he should celebrate with his woman had come to mind. Talk about a bit of violence shaking up a guy’s subconscious.
Reclining on the edge of the bed, he glanced down at the gifts in her hands, feeling that same old nervousness creep up his spine. With an uncomfortable cough, one hand came up to rub at the back of his neck in an unconsciously anxious motion. “So…like what the faeries left you? I always try to ask for some cool bedroom toys, but I guess they like Godiva requests a bit better…”
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Jessie Coulter ♬
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Hunter The YOUNGER Coulter twin who's hell on wheels. She's feisty and she's beautiful, but beware boys: she's got a devilish Winchester hot on her heels, and he's not taking 'no' for an answer!
Shes a rebel, shes a saint. Shes the salt of the earth and she is dangerous!
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Feb 14, 2010 13:42:41 GMT -5
When her lover finally emerged from the bathroom with his normal snarky comment about lips and being safe from that danger, Jessie grinned and tossed a lock of hair back over her shoulder. Somehow, she knew she should probably be uncomfortable sitting in the middle of the bed, naked but for a sheet, with certain bed head and most definitely an imprint on her cheek from where she'd laid with a arm curled under her head but... For some reason, she couldn't work up the energy to worry about that at the moment. What was the world coming to?
Then again, come to think of it.. Those weren't really things she worried about anyways.. It wasn't as if she were a normal sort of woman who had to greet her lover with ten lbs of makeup on her face and a chipper morning hello. If she did that, Dean would probably start reaching for the holy water and latin book. Thank the good lord for small favors. She was barely put together at the best of times, much less having to become a high maintenance sort of female... Just that thought made her shudder and bring her attention back to where her man leaned on the door frame and eyed her.
“And just to clarify; I wasn’t hiding. I was just letting you wake up slowly, after the last time you almost threw me out the window,”
Oh yes, that reminder brought a blush to her face. She remembered that morning quiet clearly and it made her want to bury her face in her hands. Superwoman had nothing on her when it came to tossing her man ass over heels. She'd never been the easiest person to wake in the morning but she generally tried to make it a point to come awake half way even tempered. That morning, however, she'd been battling a demon in her sleep and.. well.. Yeah, the rest was history.
Glancing upwards again, Jessie opened her mouth to say something but stopped when she took in his wary expression and the way he shifted uneasily. A smile spread across her sleepy features as she watched him and realized he really was unsure of himself. That just made it even sweeter in her book.
You just had to love a man who got all kinds of awkward when it came to celebrating a little thing like Valentines Day. The whole "God, I hope she doesn't beam me upside the head cause I've never done this before and have no idea what I'm suppose to be actually doing" look was actually damned sexy on Dean. It assured her that this wasn't just another smooth angle he was taking and was just as new to him as it was her. That alone had her smiling like the Cheshire cat and cradling her present like it was the most precious treasure in the world.
When he finally sauntered over to the bed with his oh so sexy walk, she almost jumped him right then and there but martyred herself on the alter of sacrifice in order to save him more bruises. No doubt, they both would have fallen to the floor if she'd tackled him and while floors did have their moments... This wasn't exactly one of them. Talk about a mouth watering, yummylishious piece of eye candy. Her mouth practically drooled at the sight of that body all wrapped up in "rip me off" cotton and snug fitting denim.
“So…like what the faeries left you? I always try to ask for some cool bedroom toys, but I guess they like Godiva requests a bit better…”
Watching him sit down beside her, Jessie set her present aside on the bedside table and then sidled closer. Reaching up, she wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him down to her and gave him a hard kiss. When she pulled back, she smiled up at him wickedly before trailing a finger over his lips.
"Its prefect, baby. I love it.. Thank you."
Then, smiling impishly, she continued.
"It just so happens that I have something for you too... but you've got to wait until tonight for it.... Those fairies might just answer your request." she teased before jumping off the bed and dashing for the bathroom, dragging the sheet behind her. "Good things come to those who wait!"
Leaving him to take that as he would, the dark haired beauty slipped into the bathroom and shut the door with a solid "thunk". A snicker escaped her as she envisioned the look he was probably wearing and then quickly jumped into the shower to clean up. It was good for him to have to wait to get his own present and Jessie now had something to do today that would definitely be interesting. A smile spread over her face as she went about her business and got ready for the day.
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Post by ender on Mar 4, 2010 9:20:58 GMT -5
It was usually on his mind, he had a lingering feeling that God's hand was in constant motion, controlling the fate and destines of all of them even now; when no God can be found. It'd be wishful thinking however, that this Apocalypse was nothing but a test, and at the end of it Lucifer would go back into the hole he came from, the Angels would have renewed faith in their God, and Castiel would be able to return to the garrison like the last several months didn't happen, and he can resume his post. Again, all wishful thinking.
Sleep was not in his vocabulary, though in the literal sense it was he did not take the time to rest unwary eyes. There was no need to sleep for someone who did not require to sleep, therefore he waited when nothing else could be done for the day. This day he waited patiently, like any other day for the sun to come up before he shifted his body over to a small motel, or hotel, wherever he was told Dean Winchester currently resided in.
It was not as if Castiel knew when to come in per-say, he just had a feeling that a delayed apperance would be needed. He knew what Valentines Day meant to some, rather most, and he knew all to well from reports what it meant to Dean, so he waited a little longer then usual.
With only the sound of loud vapid flutter of what one would guess to be a wing, Castiel appeared in a hotel room, only to hear a thunk of a door and an estranged look from Dean. Castiel had again seemed to have appeared in the middle of something he fully didn't understand, he leaned over and looked at the door in question that made the 'thunk' and then at the back of Dean's head before moving his hand over to tap him on the shoulder.
"Dean, we need to talk. I've found nothing on the ring as of yet but my search is far from over. We've got to-- Is this a bad time? I can come back later if you're occupied by fornicating with the girl behind that door." He leaned his head over again and looked at the closed door, as if looking at a wooden frame would help him to understand what was going on before he 'poof'd' himself into the room. However, if things were that simple as to looking at something and understanding it the whole Apocalypse thing probably wouldn't have happened.
Castiel stood there awkwardly, adjusting the collar on his coat idly, peering down without moving his neck. His expression appearing that of a mock crone.
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Dean Winchester
*Hunter*
Super hunter with the devil's own charm. Watch out though because this Winchester is protected by Jessie's Smith and Wesson!
On the Highway to Hell!
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Post by Dean Winchester on Mar 4, 2010 20:27:38 GMT -5
Hell, if Cas knew what Valentine’s Day really meant to the humans underneath those big ‘ol wings of his, he’d have known to come calling tomorrow. And Dean was going to let him know that…
Right when he was done with his Grandma impression.
Standing from the edge of the bed, the Hunter watched Jessie- or, more specifically, that drool-worthy backside of hers- as she sauntered to the bathroom. Man, talk about some kind of unexpected turnabout his life was becoming…aside from all those movie examples. Seriously: guy falls in love with girl, guy must leave girl because he started the goddamn Apocalypse, girl finds guy and beats him upside the head, guy then makes out with girl, girl makes guy realize how much of an idiot he’d been…
Yeah, talk about one helluva few months. He’d gone from a loner, to a rake in a relationship, back to the loner, and was now trying his hand at being someone’s steady, without the ring and jock jacket.
But the real punch line of the whole story? He was actually LIKING it. He was liking waking up to a familiar face that didn’t belong to his dorky brother, as much as he loved the guy. He liked all those ‘Jessie’s Patented Sexy Grins,’ the joking, the unbelievablely good sex…and hell, even the muddling through relationships crap. Take this whole ‘buy her a present’ thing, for instance. Waking up that morning, he’d practically dreaded going out, thinking that he was ten shades of a dumbass for even trying. But now that he had and seen that smile on his girl’s face?
He was definitely a happy puppy. Wheezy, maybe, but definitely happy.
But speaking of wheezy...
It was as if that ominous ‘thunk’ that the bathroom door made was some kind of a switch being thrown. In one minute, he was seriously considering how he’d love to try to wheedle an early present from Jessie and in the other, was jumping a foot in the air as a familiar voice sounded by his shoulder. With a very undignified ‘YARGH!’ that he was going to deny later, he spun around to face his unexpected visitor.
And immediately wish he hadn’t. Damn, a guy just couldn’t become a true blue boyfriend without Armageddon stepping in like an annoying ex. C’mon, now.
With a grumble, he held up a finger. “Okay, first off, don’t say ‘fornicating.’ You sound like some pervy old priest,” Another finger. “And second…DAMN, CAS! Do you absolutely HAVE to pop in like some freak ass Jack-Off-In-The-Box? You have a cell phone for a reason. What if I’d been in bed ‘fornicating?’ Man, we’ve gotta set up some rules, or things are gonna get ugly.”
Thumping a fist on his chest, Dean turned to walk over to the makeshift kitchen table at the other side of the room. Half of him was tempted to leap over there and kick the angel’s butt out the door- it probably wouldn’t do much good, but it’d make him feel a lot more manly- while the other was preoccupied with what he’d just said. Something about the ring?
“You do have perfect timing,” He sighed, glancing at the closed door. “You have ten seconds, dude. Spill it and poof before Jessie comes out, or that’s both our hides nailed to the door.”
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Post by ender on Mar 5, 2010 13:41:48 GMT -5
Castiel listened intently to Dean, he seems to be the only example of human nature Cas can inquire about, everyone else just gives him weird looks, though not that Dean doesn't. He didn't really fully understand human nature, and only had biblical examples of their passion and desires which according to the world of today has drastically changed.
Dean seemed a little more then hesitant to let this Jessie person see him, he was unsure of why since he hadn't seemed to care before. He raised an eyebrow as Dean listed off reasons, possibly why he was currently cross with Castiel. He listened unwavering in his gaze, again not particularly understanding what the problem really was. But as the mystery of human nature still eludes him, he'd indulge in taking Dean's "helpful insight" to heart.
Without really responding to much of what Dean said, Castiel took out the cell phone in question and opened it up. Looking at Dean as if he were a slightly confused child, possibly scorned but not from the talking, but from what he showed Dean on his cell phone.
The screen was black, and the words across it were recognizable by anyone who tried their best at any sort of video game. Legendary on its own, the words "Pac-Man" in blocky bit letters were visible, along with the signature yellow circle being known by the name of which the title of the game belonged to. Castiel sighed, and looked back at his phone with remorse.
"Apparently I had purchased this 'game' with my remaining minutes, and I cannot make phone calls to any numbers I have collected through my travels. I bought a card, but I cannot leave this screen" Castiel attempts to push several buttons, but all it does is start up the game, the intro theme to the level starts and the trade sound 'waka waka waka' begins to sound. Castiel closes the phone abruptly and clears his throat.
"I thought dropping in would be the best solution, but now that I see you are occupied with a female I will find one of those communal phones you find on corners. I have lack or urgent news, which is urgent news. So we need to re-discuss what you call 'game plan' because I fear that I'm becoming what you call bored." Castiel leaned over and once again looked at the closed door of which Dean's naked mate Jessie was perhaps preparing for a day ahead. Castiel didn't quite get Dean's reaction to the whole thing, but perhaps it was more then Castiel had assumed.
Nodding towards Dean he took a step backwards, and then vanished in an abrupt sound of a flutter. No trace of his presence was left behind, except maybe a frustrated Dean.
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