[The phone comes on to a shaky feed and it's clear whoever is recording this isn't the main focus of the broadcast. Instead, it tilts up to show a man covered in blood and filth and wounds. He holds a strange weapon and it's obvious that Dean is wary, alert, and more than prepared to shoot or stab someone if they get in his way ( Read more... )

[Dean is settled at Bobby's desk in the living room, the TV turned on to some talk show, though it's kept pretty quiet. He's got a book open in front of him and an empty bottle of scotch is sat on the desk beside him. There's a second bottle, freshly opened, and a glass of the remains of the first beside that. He's been trying to find some way to ( Read more... )

[The feed flickers on and Dean curses under his breath when it does. Before he can shut it off, the clear image of the left side of his face is seen, his freckled skin splattered with blood, his pupil in his eye blown wide, and behind him is the shape of the back of a large wooden framework, where someone's arm can clearly be seen poking out from ( Read more... )

[Dean is sitting on a crate in a dimly lit warehouse, blood soaking his hands, and splattered over his face. He's got his sleeves rolled up, and a machete in one hand, but he has a little bit of a smirk on his face as he rolls something around under his foot, just out of view of the shot.]So, how about we play a game? Hide and Seek. You all hide, ( Read more... )

[With how things have been the last few months, Dean isn't quite sure he knows up from down. Coming from home, after things were so bad and uncertain there, it's something of a mess to land into here, with a war and a giant snake and alien overlords wanting their help. He's seen Sam die again, he's been tortured, tormented, mocked about Hell, and ( Read more... )

[Dean instinctively started a message to Sam after waking up to find him not home. The text was simple, yet personal, but as soon as he intended to send it, he discovered Sam's name missing from the contact list. It was obvious enough, then, that Sam was gone. Despite that fact, Dean instantly ran from the house, ignoring anyone who was home, to ( Read more... )

[Dean is outside, and it's dark out, and the distinct sound of monsters and creatures can be heard, even if it's a faint sound. He's got plenty of weapons but he's not showing them off, instead he's making a purposeful point to not make it obvious he's hunting the monsters out there, or that he even knows how to. He looks stressed, however, even to ( Read more... )

[Dean's sitting on the hood of the Impala, grease and sweat on his grey t-shirt and on his face, and a few other cars in surprisingly good condition can be seen parked up a short distance behind him. He's got a bandana wrapped and tied around his left bicep, and a small trickle of blood can be seen dried on his sweaty, dirty skin but it doesn't ( Read more... )

[ The video starts abruptly as Dean tosses down his phone on an unseen surface in one of the upstairs rooms, a thud coming as he dumps a bag of unknown objects on the floor and hisses at peeling his shirt off, a bloody wound on his back and a specific tattoo on his chest. ]

Sammy, you need me to stitch anything, or are you good? [ He scratches ( Read more... )

[When the camera flickers to life, it catches the back end of a conversation as it's being fiddled with, the view of work boots, the voice recognisable to anyone who knows Dean at all.] ...I'm just saying, and what I say goes, because I'm older.

[Dean's motions stop suddenly and sharply.] No freaking way. No freakin' way! Okay, I'm officially on ( Read more... )