Character Profile: Dean Winchester

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Name: Dean Winchester

Age: ~26 depending on AU

Height: 6′1″ || 3.8″

Species: Human

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Blond / Light brown / Brown

Gender: Male

Known Abilities: As a human, Dean was trained to be a hunter from the tender age of 4. He’s quick on his feet, fast to adapt, and excels with weaponry. He trained to be a mechanic both with his father John Winchester and Bobby Singer. He’s not a man to be messed with by anyone, whether they be human or monster. He is also loyal to a fault, and if you win his loyalty you can count on him in any situation, regardless of the danger.

Under the curse, Dean retains all of his training as a child. He’s one of the few ‘littles’ around that knows self-defense, and takes it upon himself to train the other members of his family with those same techniques. Though standing smaller than most of the parts, he remains mechanically inclined and can fix anything that he sets his mind to, a skill only heightened by his new ability to climb into what he’s fixing. Though he may need help with the larger parts.

Background: After losing his mother in a housefire, Dean’s father John took both his children on the road. Dean was trained to defend himself and his little brother, Sam, from a tender age and took it upon himself to do everything he could to protect Sam, going so far as to craft his younger brother a silver knife under Bobby Singer’s guidance.

All this comes to an end one fateful night at Trails West, and both brothers’ lives will never be the same.

Knack: The ability to find anything he seeks. 

Quotes: 

You and the others… you never have anything to fear from me. You have my word. Sam’s family is my family. Size be dammed.

You grab, I stab.

Artwork by @mogadeer

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November 14th excerpt:

Before she could move a muscle, the gigantic hunter out in the reception hall glanced up at the vent. Those green eyes locked onto Krissy and the blood in her veins turned to ice. Recognition appeared in those eyes as she ducked down, shaking. Walt had once called it a ‘phobia,’ but it didn’t matter what they called it. Krissy was terrified of humans.

How?! her mind demanded. How does he know I’m here?! 

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Sam and Dean, after finding themselves lost and alone in England, will get adopted into a small family. Mother, father, very young daughter (Moira is only 6 years old when they find the brothers). The two lost boys have only the clothes on their backs, and they’re surprisingly attached to the design (one of the last connections they have to their father). With the barter system in England, and most of the women around can sew, getting new clothing was simple.

Once they discovered Dean’s knack, it became easy to find things to trade for clothing, and after the brothers killed off a rat, they traded the meat to a tanner to make them both a hefty pair of boots, Dean’s leather jacket (gotta have), and their bags.

Can’t have Dean without his duffel bag, right?

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Sweet Moira, by @mogadeer

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November 13th excerpt:

The banter continued for a moment as Sam woke up until a sharp retort from Dean cut it off. “No, the phone is not going on the shelf with you. I’m not sticking my head under the nightstand for an entire phone call. Now c’mon.”

Sneak Peek of The Water’s Fine!

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Saving people, hunting things. Sam and Dean grew up on those words and now, over a decade after being cursed to live out their lives at a fraction of their height, Jacob Andris will help them live up to their destiny.

“Y-you’re with a human,” she called back to him, as if that cleared everything up. In her mind, it did. With how massive the human was, he was a danger to her and everyone living in that house. Even the weakest humans could overpower them easily.

The pipes leading to the faucet of the tub loomed ahead of her. She hesitated, wondering if she would have time to climb up. The sound of the man’s sturdy boots scraping on dust on the ground as he chased her made the decision. She nearly toppled over when she came to a stop and all but threw herself up the ladder formed by the supports for the pipes.

The metal supports were spaced just far enough apart that she had to really stretch to reach each one, but she climbed as quickly as she could. There should be a loose tile near the bathtub. She could take a shortcut from there. There had to be somewhere she could lose the guy before his human caught on to anything.

“Just leave me alone!” she insisted, pausing for just a moment to look down and see if he’d followed her.

“Be careful!” Dean shouted out instinctively when he saw how dangerous her climb was. “I promise, we’re just here to help!”

He growled when she didn’t show any sign of slowing down, and started to climb up after her. “Seriously,” he muttered to himself, “what is it with everyone always climbing? ”

The climb wasn’t as harrowing for Dean as it was for her, thanks to his longer body. He could reach the handholds without a problem, and for the first time in his life, it looked like he was actually faster than someone at climbing up. He didn’t bother congratulating himself, intent on catching up to her before she got herself hurt trying to run away from him.

“Please?” Dean called up. He didn’t need to worry about being overheard, so he didn’t bother lowering the volume of his voice.

He froze for a second as a chill crept up his spine. His breath fogged the air in front of him.

Not good.

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( Original post )

Believe it or not, that was all actual, honest to god feedback we’ve received from our stories! To be exact, the tacky lamp feedback was from the upcoming horror story in Brothers Found. Mixed up in all that angsty horror, even extra-smol Jacob’s gotta kick back and relax (or try to) from time to time.

Jacob gasped involuntarily when the platform dropped out from under them, lowering him and Sam to the small table between the vast motel beds at last. He got shakily to his feet, finally releasing Sam’s sleeve so he could make his way to the edge of the hand again. He was able to hop down from the no-longer-insignificant height, landing in a safe crouch on the bunched up fabric of the shirt. It was a softer landing than in the pocket full of change, that was for damn sure.

He settled himself down on the shirt before looking over the other things on the nightstand with them. The TV remote was several times Jacob’s length and bulky. It looked like it had seen a lot of use because many of the buttons had their symbols partially scratched off. The alarm clock was a hulking black plastic thing with red, Jacob-sized numbers glowing on the front. He hoped it wasn’t set, because Jacob knew for a fact he’d never be able to depress the gigantic snooze button atop the device. The lamp was, on principle, tacky as sin with a lampshade fifteen years too old to be modern and about the same too young to look retro. The blocky base almost looked like a flight of stairs designed by Picasso. Jacob smirked, knowing Bowman probably hated the stupid lamp for having so many of those right angles that offended his sight so much. And of course, a water tower’s worth of beer sat waiting in Dean’s red cup next to the lamp.

Bowman found a comfy place to sit on the shirt with them, sipping on his beer. He had learned a few things since his first time drinking with the humans. If he drank too quickly like he wanted, he ran out of beer, got drunk, and had his supply cut off for being ornery, especially with Dean in charge of the drinks. Jacob knew his restraint wouldn’t last, but it was kind of amusing to see the sprite at least trying to pace himself.

“Alright, well, let’s see what’s on,” Jacob announced with a grin as he waited for Sam to join them.

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Artwork by @homeiswheretheheartsare! 

And the winner is…

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The Water’s Fine!

Saving people, hunting things. Sam and Dean grew up on those words and now, over a decade after being cursed to live out their lives at a fraction of their height, Jacob Andris will help them live up to their destiny.

Presenting the second story of Brothers Lost!

The Water’s Fine excerpts

Sneak peek to come this afternoon!

Final poll results:

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A very close poll! The Water’s Fine pulled out the win by one vote!

If your story didn’t win, don’t fret! The Water’s Fine is a short and exciting case fic, and we’ll be voting again before you know it!

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November 12th excerpt:

“Dean? It’s Walt.”

Dean’s voice cut out mid-complaint, quieting to listen to the soft voice that was trying to talk over his. Walt was thankful for that. He’d worried that the hunter would drown him out without even noticing his attempt. That would make for an awkward phone call. Trying to shout down a human wouldn’t go far considering how much louder his voice was naturally.

“Walt? ” The word was noticeably warmer than the complaints from before as the lazy drawl curled around it. “I’d say it’s good to hear from ya, but I have a feeling it’s really not.”