Dean had comandeered the living room at the house and was now waiting for various Winchesters to arrive. He knew that Sam and Jacob had to meet; he was praying to Vkandis though that it didn't blow up in all their faces.

[ooc: for those that know who they are]

Dean left the town library with a bounce in his step, after an afternoon of successful research. There was still a few things they needed to nail down, but at least they knew what they were dealing with now. He anticipated that he and Alec could have this whole thing wrapped up by the weekend ( Read more... )

Dean was sitting on the living room floor, playing with his little sister. Gracie was carefully stacking her blocks together, pausing every now and then to babble at him. He was only getting about one word in four, but it seemed she was telling him about the proper way to build a block tower. Dean nodded seriously from time to time and kept handing ( Read more... )

Dean showed up at the house bright and early so Dad and Zoe could get a prompt start to their anniversary trip. He wasn't sure where they were going, but his Dad was wearing the kind of happy, contented expression that Dean only had vague early morning childhood memories of before the last year had seen its reappearance. It just drove home for Dean ( Read more... )

Having received a handwaved call from his Dad that morning to meet him in the parking lot, Dean was standing leaning against the impala.

His Dad had been short on details so Dean didn't know why he was meeting him there, but he figured it was probably some kind of hunt related thing.

[ooc: for the other male Winchesters]

Dean woke up with the fuzziness and lingering headache that meant he'd taken the heavy duty painkillers, the ones that always knocked him right out. Later that would be what he blamed for not immediately remembering why he was tied to his bed or why his brother was sacked out on the other one.

"Sammy? Hey dude, you want to wake up and untie me?"

After a little bit of time talking to various people who seemed as clueless as he was, Tom had excused himself and headed back to where he had woke up. His shoulder was hurting a lot and he was afraid he was going to bleed through the dressing on it if he didn't get it changed ( Read more... )

Dean was up and moving and trying to decide what he wanted to do with the day.

After all it wasn't every day a guy turned 18.

[for the brother]

Dean had been up at dawn because with what he was going to attempt to do today, it had felt right to run through the dawn ritual. It had helped, centering him and making him more confident that he'd be able to do his part in all this.

Now, he set up his room the same way it had been a week and a half ago and waited.

[ooc: for the brother]

Dean grinned at his brother as they were sat at a table in the small mexican restaurant. "Lots of atmosphere here, huh? Too bad we can't get any tequila though."

[ooc: nfb due to distance, for the sasquatch with floppy hair.]