Post by dean on Jul 9, 2010 3:10:58 GMT -8
Dean Winchester
-BASIC INFORMATION-
Full Name: Dean Winchester
Preferred Name or Nickname: Dean
Original/Canon: Canon
Age: 35
Date of Birth: January 24th 1979
Main Character Classification - (List): Human
Character Type: Hunter / Survivor camp leader
Power(s): None
Sexuality: Straight
Side(Good, Evil, or Neutral): Good, though there is a little bit of murky darkness mixed in
Hometown: Lawrence, Kansas
Current Residence: Camp Chitaqua
-DETAILS-
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown, kept short and vaguely spiky
Height: 6' 1"
Body Type: Muscular / Athletic
Distinguishing Marks: Burn mark on upper left arm in the shape of Castiel's handprint; dozens of smaller scars from knife wounds and stray bullets sustained in battle. Nothing particularly obvious.
Tattoos and Piercings: Tattoo of Solar Pentacle on the left side of his chest, just above his heart, for protection against demonic possession.
Vehicle (if you wish): Old model Jeep Wrangler. His 1967 Chevy Impala is still around at camp, though it has long since been left to rust and ruin.
Personal Style:
It's the apocalypse and clothing is low down in the list of priorities, not that it was ever very high to begin with. It's purely functional now, well worn and intended to last, so the black biker boots and blue jeans combo remains. Dean wears less shirts than he used to, mostly because new ones are hard to come by, and typically those that he does own are long sleeved, v-necked and grey or green. His beloved brown leather jacket is a victim of the war too, it's whereabout unknown, so he now has to make do with a green jacket that looks like it's been through the mud a few times. Much like Dean himself.
Another noteable difference is that the amulet that Sam once gave to him as a gift, is no longer around his neck. The location of this is unknown to Dean ever since he discarded it after finding out it was no longer useful as a tool for finding God.
Also, he typically carries his pistol in a thigh strapped holster on his right leg now, favours an assault rifle rather than a shotgun and carries a wide variety of lockpicks, boxcutters and switchblades on his person at all times.
-PERSONAL INFORMATION-
Likes:
*Tactical advantage over the enemy
*New information on the location of Luficer and his minions
*Finding new supplies for camp
*Beer / Whiskey
*Getting through another day without losing people on his side
*Screech, Sully's pet hawk, because it's a very good early warning system for camp
*Falling asleep in Annali's arms when he gets the chance to
*Sex
*Classic rock music, though he doesn't really listen to it anymore, too many memories associated with Sam
*When demons resist interogation because then he can justify torturing them to get to the truth
Dislikes:
*Lucifer
*Demons / Croats
*Having to kill people he knows when they get infected, though he'll still do it because it's necessary
*Having to explain his actions
*Insubordination in front of the troops
*Screech, Sully's pet hawk, because it steals his food when he's not looking
*His nightmares
*Rats
*God, for giving up on humanity
*Running out of gas in the middle of a hot zone
*Cas's inability to go a day without getting high
Strengths:
*Highly trained in combat, stealth and tactics thanks to his Marine father.
*Has an inbuilt instinct for hunting and tracking.
*Excellent marksman, well versed in all kinds of weapons from sniper rifles to bow hunting and everything in between.
*Very experienced in escapology under pressure, highly resourceful and opportunistic.
*Expert driving skills gained from a life on the road, used for getting away from the law/army in a hurry and evading things that are about to kill him.
*Fearless and determined to save the world and vanquish the Devil.
*Can ‘read’ people, is good at judging character.
*Proficient with mechanics and knows a thing or two about making home made explosives.
*High pain tolerance, particularly as a result of being a victim of Alastair's rack.
*Trained in Hell to be a ruthless and efficient torturer.
Weaknesses:
*Stubbornness and a quick temper
*Alcoholism
*A loss of morality
*Seeing Lucifer wearing Sam's face
*The fact he's only human
*Suffers from nightmares about Lucifer and Hell so doesn't sleep that much
Dreams for the Future: To find and kill Lucifer
Fears: That the world will destory itself and it will be all because he set the ball rolling by breaking the first seal. Oh, and he's terrified of flying
Hero(es): Once upon a time it was his father, John Winchester, but not so much anymore
Biggest Secret(s): That he's hopelessly trying to replace Sam with Adam and that he hates himself for never saying yes to Michael because of the consequences it has brought
Personality:
Dean has always been a man of action, so it’s of no surprise that he spends most of his days on the front line of an apocalyptic war with the Devil. What has changed since Lucifer started wearing his brother, Sam, as a meat suit, is the cheerful enthusiasm he once put into battling evil. Now it seems to have become a revenge fuelled mission rather than a moral bound duty. He still relies on his instincts to steer his course of action, but experience and responsibility for those around him have toned down his rash impulsiveness. Nowadays, he’s less likely to run blindly into a situation, preferring to stand back and calculate the best possible strategy before throwing caution to the wind. He’s had to adapt to a different way of hunting without Sam as his back up.
Killing without question, particularly those that are infected with the Croatoan virus, is common place in 2014 and Dean doesn’t lose sleep over those he’s had to put out of their misery. He’s had to deal with a lot of grief and tragedy since the apocalypse started, he can’t afford to bear the weight of guilt that all those lost lives would put on his shoulders so he disconnects himself from it. Some would say that has made him a colder person, the warm caring side of him having long since been killed off by necessity. Whilst there is some truth to that, it has become more a case that he shuts his emotions off from those in camp that he doesn’t know so well. You would only need one hand to count the number of people he trusts implicitly and of those, only a couple know how haunted he can be when left to his dark thoughts.
His Casanova days are now behind him, though not as a result of the apocalypse. No, Dean fell in love with Annali from the very first day he met her and more than five years later, he still feels the same way. How he shows that love has changed though, the giddy romantic honeymoon period gave way to a more established, stable relationship which unfortunately, thanks to current circumstances, means that they sometimes have to spend long periods of time apart. Though his mind may always be on the job, he does still get incredibly lonely and she will always be the one person at the forefront of his thoughts of home. It’s her that has kept his heart from completely turning to stone after the loss of his brother, Sam. Like any other couple, they argue and fight, make up and have wild sex but they both know that looking after a camp full of trauma survivors comes first.
Around Camp Chitaqua, Dean is respected for his experience and authority and most will obey orders from him without question. There are a few however, who will challenge him, typically Castiel who just likes to make a point, but in the long run, Dean will put his foot down and do what he wants to anyway, believing his mission is the only one. To stop Lucifer and save what is left of the world and his brother.
-CHARACTER HISTORY-
Father: John Winchester
Mother: Mary Winchester
Sibling(s): Sam, his brother (currently possessed by Lucifer), Adam Milligan, his half brother (currently one beer short of a six pack) - both younger.
Children: None that he is aware of
Other Family: (close family) Annali MacPherson (long time girlfriend)
"Family Don't End with Blood": (close friends) Lane 'Sully' Sullivan (a.k.a Steaks), his right hand woman in war; Castiel (former angel of the Lord); Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle
History:
Freeing Lucifer from his cage in Hell changed everything. The world suffered because the Horsemen brought War, Famine and Death to it’s door, but it was Pestilence that really brought it to it’s knees. The Croatoan virus spread like wild fire and ravaged across the lands, turning any human infected with it into an angry, violent, destructive monster, hell bent on killing. They called it the apocalypse.
Dean’s relationship with his brother suffered too, not helped by the fact they had to split up to survive. For months he heard nothing from him, but knowing he’d disappeared with Ruby after Lucifer escaped from Hell did nothing to comfort Dean at all. His worst fear was always at the back of his mind, Sam might be dead, and I wasn‘t there to save him, and there was always the nagging dread that Lucifer might have found him and forced him to say yes to being his vessel.
Of course, Dean has his own problems in that regard, having to lie low in order to escape being hunted by not only demons - who seemed to have him at the top of their most wanted list - but angels too, who wanted him to fulfil his destiny of becoming the Michael Sword. Long story short, Michael wanted to wear him to the apocalypse prom so he could dance the tango with Lucifer. Dean’s initial reaction? Screw that.
His mission swiftly went from just hunting general evil where he found it, to the sole task of finding a way to kill the Devil. No mean feat when everything you tried ended with close friends dead, or you in the hospital. Even using the Colt, the demon killing, ice-everything-you-shoot-with-it-Colt didn’t work. Firing it point blank at Lucifer’s head only served to piss him off. Dean found out the hard way that his one hope for success was useless. After that plan spectacularly failed, he didn‘t know what to do. Slowly but surely, he began to think that saying yes to Michael might be the only solution. He’d given up on fighting his destiny. If he said yes before Sam did, at least then his brother wouldn’t get hurt. At least then it could be over and boy, was he ready for it all to be done.
Unfortunately not long after the Colt plan failed, Dean found out that Sam had said yes to Lucifer. As devastating as the news was, it gave Dean a reason to fight again, gave him the kick he needed to take charge once more in order to save his brother from a fate worse than death. If being possessed by the Devil didn’t kill Sam, the guilt afterwards certainly would. Dean knew from experience what it did to his brother, helplessly forced to watch as his own hands were used to take innocent lives. It also meant that saying yes to Michael was off the table. The Arch Angel would destroy Sam in the process of taking down the Devil and Dean wanted to believe there was another way to stop him that didn’t involve losing Sam.
It wasn’t clear to Dean whether Ruby had a part in getting Sam to say yes or not, but eventually he found out she was being held by Lucifer more like a prisoner than a cohort. Dean decided that rescuing her wasn’t a priority, she probably belonged exactly where she was and he had bigger fish to fry. The Croatoan virus had become a worldwide epidemic and cities were soon turned to battlefields as Lucifer announced to the world that he’d come to take back the planet from the humans who’d polluted it. The army stepped in, but without any clue what they were dealing with, it was a bloodbath. It fell to people like Dean to lead the real army of hunters against the might of the Devil and his Horsemen. The world was literally on his shoulders.
Unsurprisingly, during the course of his new mission, Dean ran into a few old friends along the way, in particular, one Lane Sullivan. Once upon a time, they squabbled like little kids, but all that was put behind them in order to take on one of the Horsemen. After a long drawn out battle with War, Dean managed to destroy the cigarette case that gave him power, but at the cost of nearly losing Sully’s life in the process. Endangering himself to save her life, the two forged a kind of trust that Dean didn’t have with anyone else in battle since he’d last fought side by side with Sam.
Going underground while the dust settled they, along with a few other trusted allies, built up a secure camp out in the middle of no-where where survivors would be safe and where their assaults on the enemy could be prepared. It became known as camp Chitaqua, lead by Dean, but run by a group of people with varied talents that were invaluable to it’s success. None more so than his soul mate, Annali who keeps him human as best she can. For a long time, Dean’s drinking and nightmares became a problem but thanks to her patience and love, he’s slowly coming to terms with the loss of Sam, thankful that Li was strong enough to weather the storm with him. Without her, he was pretty sure he’d have given up a long time ago.
On one particular reconnaissance into a hot zone, Dean and his team found someone he didn’t expect to see ever again. Adam Milligan, his estranged half brother who Dean had believed was dead. After making sure he wasn’t one of the infected Croats, and ruling out the possibility of him being a demon, Dean took him back to Chitaqua for safety. Over time, his initial scepticism and jealousy of someone who had enjoyed baseball games and birthday's with his late-father soon gave way to pity and a sense of responsibility for the kid when it became evident that Adam’s mind was not all there. In truth, Dean was so scarred by the fact he’d not been able to save Sam, that it was without question that he’d look after Adam no matter what it cost him to do so.
The war raged on and after many mission’s to gain information, Dean finally tracked down another Horseman. This time it was Famine and his demon entourage. Again, the battle was a bloody one and in the end Dean was the only one able to get close enough to defeat the Horseman, cutting off his finger and removing the ring that gave him power while all those around him succumbed to it's effects. It was a small victory in the grand scheme of things, but a victory none the less. However, the reason why Dean had been unaffected by Famine’s plague still plays on his mind. You’re not hungry because inside, you’re already dead. Deep down, Dean knew that already. There was only really one reason he was hanging on this long.
Kill the Devil. Save Sam.
-FINAL DETAILS-
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"I'm not him anymore, look at me!" Dean spread his arms out wide to show off the coating of blood he'd painted himself with whilst he'd been stripping the skin from another soul. The old Dean wouldn't have worn it proudly like he did. He wouldn't have worn it at all.
This version was angry and bitter and twisted on the inside. Broken beyond repair and unworthy of saving. After all he'd done, how could anyone want to give him a second chance?
"No, get the hell away from me!" He roared, fighting back when the angel grabbed hold of his shoulder. Pain flared in his arm, white hot and searing, a burning blue hand print appearing on his skin from the contact. But it went deeper than that. It spread out like a wave, burning away all the dark evil inside him as he was lifted out of the pit and dragged towards the surface. He screamed himself hoarse, thrashed and clung to his despair with bloody fingernails but it wasn't long before he gave up fighting and gave into his saviour.
It wasn't the pain that scared him, it was the fear of what it meant, where he was going, who was taking him. He was terrified that this was going to be his judgement day and all the sins he'd performed in Hell's chambers were going to come back on him tenfold. Who could cause pain without knowing the consequences right? The sound of demons screaming at the hands of angels became overwhelming, piercing cries worse than those of the souls on the racks. Darkness closed in on him, smothering and clawing at him, bringing with it more terror, more fear of what was going to come next, then all of a sudden everything stopped at once.
And one solitary voice in the deafening silence of his mind spoke his name again.
“Awake Dean Winchester,”
Without question he obeyed, lungs devoid of oxygen opening up and gasping in stale air making him cough and wheeze when a faint smell of earth hit the back of his throat. He was still in darkness, though he couldn't quite remember why it was different to what came before. A rush of memories came flooding back at once, too jumbled and fast to make sense of right away. He knew he was lying on his back on something hard and cold and reaching around with his hands told him he was in some kind of confinment.
Paniced now, he scrabbled around and dug the lighter out of his pocket, striking it a twice before it would light for him and show him the small space he was trapped inside. Wood all around him, the scent of dirt and the stale air all screamed one scenario he hoped he'd never find himself in.
Buried alive.
Somehow, the alive part of that was significent and that spurred him onto getting out sooner rather than later. Raspy calls for help were doing him no good, his throat was so dry he felt as though it was tearing every time he tried to speak so he gave up on that, figuring no-one could hear him if he was underground anyway, turning his attention to breaking through the wood instead.
The coffin he was in was cheap, probably made by hand and nailed together simply, so pulling the planks away from each other took effort but wasn't impossible. However, when the dirt above them began pouring in through the cracks he'd made, smothering his face and threatening to choke him, he wondered if he hadn't made a mistake. Still, too late to do anything about it now. Now he just had to get out to where there would be air to breathe.
Desperate fingers dug upwards, lungs burned as they quickly ran out of oxygen and through sheer force of will, Dean dragged his body out of his grave and into the sunlight. It hurt, this body he heaved out of the hole, weak and tired as though it hadn't moved for months. The air felt thick and unfamiliar but he welcomed it into his lungs gratefully, rolling onto his back in the dirt to squint up at blue sky above. Where he was and how he'd gotten there were unknown, the last thing he could remember was being clawed to death by Lilith's Hellhounds. And Sam, screaming for it to stop.
"Sam."
Dean jolted awake ontop of his camp bed, aware that he'd just been dreaming and that Sam wouldn't be saying anything to him ever again. Not now Lucifer had him. It had been years since he'd been pulled out of Hell but it felt very much like he was still there now.
*Originally posted on SU*
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