winchester, dean

[dean winchester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] DEAN WINCHESTER HEY THERE, THEY CALL ME DEAN AND I'M CURRENTLY 23 YEARS OLD. I'M A HUNTER. ------------------------------------------------- Dean Winchester is a very two tone guy. On the surface he seems to be a total jerk at times, and has a whit nearly as sharp as his knife. Deep down, he feels a crazy need to protect others. That’s the only way he truly feels valued and worth anyone’s time. While not the noblest of men, he is brave to the core. He loves a pretty girl and a wild time. Dean has this way of balancing a who cares attitude yet fully devoting himself. Although he hides it with jest and brovado, he has heartstrings that, with some effort, can be tugged upon. With his father dead, only days ago, he is feeling a little shattered. Part of him says that he would have wanted his son to go on as normal and fight the good fight, while other parts just want to break down. But Dean has a bigger picture to think about. Especially since these crazy ass ninja angel things are suddenly interested in claiming him in their family tree. While staying skeptical, he knows they could be of use. Even though he would never admit it, he wonders what he could have done if he was born as one of them. Yet he makes his trademark remarks and scoffs as much as he can get by with. He doesn’t trust them further than he could throw them. Growing up he always had to look out for Sam. One would think knowing what goes bump in the night would ruin a childhood. But Dean adjusted by finding his own strength. He knows he can handle this, and he can bear enormous pressure and burden. Moving from place to place is his idea of living. Home is his car. The few people close to him are Dean and Bobby. With a history of blaring rock and chasing tail, Dean has a more than slightly skewed since of normal. Heroic and self sacrificing, he will insert himself into any situation just to fight the good fight. While lust is often, love is fleeting for Dean. He’s a runner from commitment. Pretty much, hes a good opposite to Sam. Being a smartass, he might not have many friends, but he is honest. He has what it takes to make it in this changing world. -----------------------------------------------------SAMPLE Dean rubbed his eyes as he stared at the computer screen. Sammy should be the one doing this research. It was like the truth decided to just come waving at Sam and ran like a tease from Dean. So what? He leaned back onto the hotel bed and sighed. It was part of his job and he knew it. Even if this part sucked, he had to do it to ensure to kill those scumbags. He pulled out his phone, and saw no new anything. Ugh. Only one thing could happen when the spirals of fatigue plumed into his mind and the tendrils of exhaustion weighed down his mind. There indeed was a fix for this. Pie. Closing the laptop he sent a text to Bobby asking if any unexplained events in Texas had caught his eye. Walking out into the blistering heat, he adjusted his shirt, tugging it away from his skin that was punking out and perspiring already. Making his way to the café he sat down and a cute short haired little brunette drink of water came up to him. Smirking, he said “I’d say coffee but its hot as hell out there. So maybe…” he bit his lip a little as he looked her up and down. “Pecan pie, hot with ice cream and then a coke, huh gorgeous?” He said and the waitress smiled. She nodded and turned leaving Dean biting his lip and leaning out of his booth staring at her as she walked off leaving him quite pleased with a pre-pie flirted out bliss. Dean looked out the window, feeling his phone buzz he didn’t hesitate pulling it out. However, it was an unknown number texting him, not Bobby. ‘Hear your in Laredo? Guess what? So are we. Back off or join up. If your careless you could give them our scent. Meet me and some other Shadowhunters in the back parking lot of your hotel at six. Don’t be late.’ Dean huffed, shaking his head. Those pompous assholes! Who did they think they were? He wasn’t a hardy boy riding sherlocks shadow. He worked his whole life for the knowledge he had and the skills he had. These provided jerks couldn’t boss him around. ‘Screw you. I don’t take orders from anyone. Try please….with a cherry on top.’ he typed out speedily. Pressing send he smirked. If Sam was here he’d talk politics and negotiations…but alas, as the waitress returned it was just him and the pie.

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THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED ALIAS AND SITS AT AGE. HE/SHE LIVES IN THE TIMEZONE TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO FACE CLAIM, DON'T YOU THINK?

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