[ooc: Just a head's up that Dean comes from the season 14 season finale of Supernatural. There will be spoilers in his tag and any potential threads.]
i. Arrival
[Dean dreams of Hell often, in spite of the fact that he's been free of the pit for over a decade, now. But he knows better, especially when he wakes up groggy and aching, sulfur and brimstone still echoing throughout the remnants of his dreams; you can take the boy out of Hell, but you can never take Hell out of the boy.
His entire body tenses as he realizes that he isn't, in fact, buried beneath a pile of undead but rather in a room. A room seemingly made entirely out of red.
He hears the voice and he catches sight of the list; the latter of which makes him laugh, hollow and bitter. He doesn't know which is worse: the fact that God ended the world or the fact that he's back in Hell, where some demon or other thinks he can honestly redeem himself after everything he's done.]
That's fucking adorable.
[He's quick to pick himself up and make his way out of the room, down to the...lobby? Shit, he doesn't remember the Pit being this...civilized before. Fuck, this feels like another one of Chuck's jokes; a twist of irony sharp enough to hit him deep beneath his gut.
He approaches the demon who seems to be in charge.]
So, like. If I needed to get out of here in order to get back and stop God from ending the world, where do I go?
[It's a stupid question likely to get him punched in the face. But since when has stupid ever stopped him before?
He doesn't miss the seemingly open bar off in the corner, either; his gaze keeps flicking back to it with obvious longing.]
ii. Stand Your Ground
[Hell's basement is flooded. Even by a Winchester's standards, this entire situation is bizarre. Dean doesn't remember Hell having a basement before; hell, he thought there wasn't anything lower than the very bottom of the Pit in which he found himself stuck.
Apparently tonight is a night in which a lot of Dean's assumptions are going to be proven wrong.
He volunteers if only to keep himself away from the bar. Even in Hell, perhaps especially because he's in Hell, Dean wants nothing more than to throw back a few beers and not think about the fact that he's trapped in Hell while Sam and Cas are stuck fighting the undead. If they aren't already dead themselves.
He shakes his head, lets out a sigh that comes out more like a growl. No. He might be helpless to do anything about Chuck's apocalypse from here, but he's not going to sit around and let Hell creep back into him. He'll take the creepy ass basement with the rodents and the bad lighting, thanks.]
So. Does Hell have ghosts? And will salt work on them?
[He's musing out loud to himself in an attempt to keep his mind off of...well. Everything. His entire body is unnaturally tense, regardless of how cool and calm he tries to present himself. He feels like he could crawl out of his own skin at any minute, and that fact shows in the way his hands are clenched by his side.
The boxes full of stuff are a nice surprise, though. Dean's quick to find an old Walkman and some wires, among other small gadgets. He grins; he can make his own EMF meter again. It's not much, but it might just prove just the sort of distraction he desperately needs.]
iii.Wildcard
[Got a different prompt you'd like to explore with Dean? PM Dean's journal and let's hash it out!]
Dean Winchester | Supernatural | OTA (cw: guns, mentions of violence, language, etc.)
i. Arrival
[Dean dreams of Hell often, in spite of the fact that he's been free of the pit for over a decade, now. But he knows better, especially when he wakes up groggy and aching, sulfur and brimstone still echoing throughout the remnants of his dreams; you can take the boy out of Hell, but you can never take Hell out of the boy.
His entire body tenses as he realizes that he isn't, in fact, buried beneath a pile of undead but rather in a room. A room seemingly made entirely out of red.
He hears the voice and he catches sight of the list; the latter of which makes him laugh, hollow and bitter. He doesn't know which is worse: the fact that God ended the world or the fact that he's back in Hell, where some demon or other thinks he can honestly redeem himself after everything he's done.]
That's fucking adorable.
[He's quick to pick himself up and make his way out of the room, down to the...lobby? Shit, he doesn't remember the Pit being this...civilized before. Fuck, this feels like another one of Chuck's jokes; a twist of irony sharp enough to hit him deep beneath his gut.
He approaches the demon who seems to be in charge.]
So, like. If I needed to get out of here in order to get back and stop God from ending the world, where do I go?
[It's a stupid question likely to get him punched in the face. But since when has stupid ever stopped him before?
He doesn't miss the seemingly open bar off in the corner, either; his gaze keeps flicking back to it with obvious longing.]
ii. Stand Your Ground
[Hell's basement is flooded. Even by a Winchester's standards, this entire situation is bizarre. Dean doesn't remember Hell having a basement before; hell, he thought there wasn't anything lower than the very bottom of the Pit in which he found himself stuck.
Apparently tonight is a night in which a lot of Dean's assumptions are going to be proven wrong.
He volunteers if only to keep himself away from the bar. Even in Hell, perhaps especially because he's in Hell, Dean wants nothing more than to throw back a few beers and not think about the fact that he's trapped in Hell while Sam and Cas are stuck fighting the undead. If they aren't already dead themselves.
He shakes his head, lets out a sigh that comes out more like a growl. No. He might be helpless to do anything about Chuck's apocalypse from here, but he's not going to sit around and let Hell creep back into him. He'll take the creepy ass basement with the rodents and the bad lighting, thanks.]
So. Does Hell have ghosts? And will salt work on them?
[He's musing out loud to himself in an attempt to keep his mind off of...well. Everything. His entire body is unnaturally tense, regardless of how cool and calm he tries to present himself. He feels like he could crawl out of his own skin at any minute, and that fact shows in the way his hands are clenched by his side.
The boxes full of stuff are a nice surprise, though. Dean's quick to find an old Walkman and some wires, among other small gadgets. He grins; he can make his own EMF meter again. It's not much, but it might just prove just the sort of distraction he desperately needs.]
iii.Wildcard
[Got a different prompt you'd like to explore with Dean? PM Dean's journal and let's hash it out!]