BOBBY SINGER
Hunter
Posts: 108
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 7, 2024 20:16:43 GMT
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on Jul 26, 2022 21:08:07 GMT
Gravel and summer dry weeds crunched under the wheels of the truck as Bobby turned off road. The mouth of the driveway had barely been visible amongst the scrub that faced the road, any grand façade long since pulled down by the vines and tree roots. If you wanted to pick around in it all you’d probably find what had once been grand flower pots and iron railings, but now there was nothing visible of the faded grandeur, except for the faint lump visible in the dusk.
The house had been a mansion by all accounts. Built some time between the founding of Mystic Falls and the end of the 19th century. The local papers, or what he could find of them, had talked of grand parties, balls that had drawn in half the town – the other half have probably been expected to work at the damn thing, ferrying food back and forth to the servants quarters, bowing and curtsying at people who’d likely made a quick buck out west before heading back to the east coast to shove it down the throats of the old money.
One by one the family that’d owned it had succumbed to what looked like a curse in this town. A mother choking with consumption, a father with a bad ticker, three daughters who’d all married and croaked without producing the next generation who woulda pissed it all away like their pas. Three men who’d failed to remarry or do anything with the small fortunes left to them. Apparently the last one had died here some time in the 1950s. Torn apart in his own mansion, so disconnected from the town that it had taken the then sheriff three weeks to find the body.
Bobby let out a whistle as he got closer and saw what remained of the mansion emerging from a dip in the ground. Once upon a time it would’ve been a flashy place – a fountain in the centre of the circular driveway outside, a grand staircase you could imagine the ladies in their mile wide gowns sweeping up on the arms of their beaus. Now the windows were shattered for the most part, those same vines that had torn down the walls out front climbing the walls of the place. It was almost like the woods here were trying to reclaim the place. Good luck to them if they were trying to get themselves a hold of the things supposedly taking roost in it too.
Narrowed blue eyes swept the grounds, looking for some sign of the demons that were apparently hunkered down out here. Lucifer’s demons. There’d been no sign on the road, but he didn’t exactly expect Lucifer to stick his shingle out front, announcing that the king of hell had taken up residence. Lucifer liked the spectacle, but he was wiser than that, especially in this town with Heaven and the decrepit forces of Earth sniffing around on his trail.
He pulled the car off the driveway about halfway along, keeping his eyes on the dark windows. Going inside was probably suicidal anyway, but without Dean’s back up it would go from a probably to a likely. Bobby slumped back in his seat, legs stretched out. He’d called an hour ago, given him the address and Luci’s name. He hadn’t specifically forbidden Sam or Ben coming along but he was willing to bet Dean wouldn’t want to put either one of them into the middle of this, not yet.
By the time he saw a vehicle approaching behind him he’d gotten stiff, the curse of being old enough that he shoulda been retired down in Key West somewhere instead of trying to stuff the devil back in his cage. Bobby grunted as he dragged himself upright, fingers working the handle to roll the door down. He propped an elbow on the edge of the doorframe, squinting down at the Impala. ”You took your time, I thought I’d still be sittin’ there twiddlin’ my thumbs when his little welcome wagon came swaggerin’ out of the house. You bring any company?” Ducking his head to take in the back seat wasn’t necessary but he did it anyway. Going in there en masse would’ve been the wise thing, the bloodiest too.
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DEAN WINCHESTER
Hunter
Posts: 44
Status:
Single
Played by:
Alex
Last seen Apr 9, 2024 1:31:30 GMT
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Oct 7, 2022 19:35:12 GMT
━ i’ll keep fighting ... till i got nothing left ━
DEAN Winchester wasn't a stranger to things that went bump in the night. Hell, he had been dealin' with that since he was six years old. He'd grown up putting monsters down that most folks didn't even know existed until they needed help. The laws of living and dying were something that he'd bent himself, multiple times. Dean's crossed that line so many damn times, between his lungs being filled with air and then drowning in his own blood. He still held true to what he'd always thought though, what's dead should stay dead. There's a callous over his soul where his own moral values had long since vanished to live in the world that he's always had one foot in.
But that mindset he had, what's dead should stay dead, was very murky water, because he had done everything in his power his entire life to bring back those he cared about. Sam, Ben, Cas... he'd done some things he probably shouldn't have as they upset the natural world order. Once people died, that's it. But not in the world he lived in and he wasn't the type of guy to just roll over and let those he care for perish because of his actions. They didn't deserve that. If Dean had it his way, he would've taken their spots ten times over and he had on several occasions. Some of those decisions were solely based on his emotions and love for his family, it was selfish, he'd admit that every day to anyone. But lookin' back, he wouldn't change a single thing, because at the end of the day he brought his family back to him. He wasn't alone like he always dreaded and feared he would be. He had people beside him every step of the way. Fighting for the same cause. The greater good or whatever the hell that meant. Like he'd always said, he'd keep fightin' until he had nothin' left.
Given as though he had been holed up in the motel room all day, knee deep into research on possible Lucifer sightings, Dean was more than grateful to get a call from Bobby, askin' for his help on a hunt. It had been a hot minute since he and Bobby had hunted together, so he was more than happy to help him out, especially when it involved huntin' down some of Lucifer's demons. Maybe they could give them a lead as to where the hell Lucifer was, unlikely, but it was worth a shot and if anything, they could send a couple of those sons of bitches back to where they belonged.
Dean wasn't going to tell anyone else about the hunt neither. He wasn't telling Ben and he damn sure wasn't asking Sam. Sam he... he wasn't right. Every since he came back from being possessed by Lucifer, he hasn't been the same. Something was off about Sam, whether he wanted to admit it or not. It was just like the last time, only this time Sam was getting better at hiding how he was feelin.' Not to mention the fact that it involved Lucifer and he wanted both of them, especially Sam, as far away from it as possible. So, he was gonna go about this hunt with just Bobby and hope that would be enough and he hoped Bobby would wait until he got there before he went stormin' in. Hopefully he wasn't that stupid.
And thankfully he wasn't. Dean pulled up within thirty minutes of Bobby's call, locked and loaded. Getting out of the Impala, Dean walked over to Bobby's truck just as he was rollin' the window down, propping his elbow on the edge of the frame. He rolled his eyes at Bobby's comment, "Took me maybe thirty minutes and you consider that slow? Just be glad I’m here." Not that he would have turned down an opportunity to take down some demons, especially Lucifer's. "Nope, just me." He wasn't about to drag anyone else into this mess. Besides, him and Bobby were plenty to be able to take down some demons. "How many?" Dean questioned, nodding towards the house, wanting to know exactly what he and Bobby were about to get themselves into. Not that the number mattered too much as he wasn't all that worried, he'd done this plenty of times. But it wouldn't hurt to be prepared either.
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BOBBY SINGER
Hunter
Posts: 108
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 7, 2024 20:16:43 GMT
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on Nov 5, 2022 17:35:57 GMT
It wasn’t something he’d ever wanted to become an expert at, but reading what the Winchesters weren’t about to tell him had become one of his greatest talents over the years. John had taught those boys to clam up tight enough that it took a sledgehammer to break them open. He wasn’t about to use one of those though, not when the cracks through Sammy and Dean were both visible enough that it felt like one push too far would have them both shattering alone those lines of strain. Bobby flexed his fingers where they lay on the belly of the wheel as he watched the Impala bump down the same rocky driveway he’d driven down. He had more finesse than that, had mapped those lines he could work open over the years the boys had been his much as much as John and Mary’s.
Offer ‘em up something to occupy their minds. A thing to kill, some crumb to pick up and examine in the hope that it’d lead them in the direction they were desperate to go, a distraction. The clam would open up eventually, spilling out on a wash of cheap whiskey or a wave of frustration. The thing irritating them deep down like a bit of grit in that clam spat out eventually. If the demons were here they’d be all three.
He had money on it not being Lucifer squatting behind those shattered windows, but this was one of those breadcrumbs, one it’d feel damn good to do something about. Send a few of those sons of bitches back to hell and even up a little of the playing field.
Bobby snorted, his top lip peeling up into a wry smile as Dean sauntered up. He was eye rolling, that was a semi-decent sign that he hadn’t been sitting there in his motel room, liquoring himself to the eyeballs to try and drown the guilt that he hadn’t done something more before Sam had gone killing those kids and throwing open the door to Lucifer. ”You coulda laid that lead foot down, shaved a few minutes off of it. I’m gettin’ on, all those sittin’s gonna add piles to my problems.” He grumbled for show as he checked out the rear seat of the impala. Empty. A few extra hands would’ve been welcome, but they’d just have had Dean’s attention split and the extra lock kept on that clam. You couldn’t open up your heart when the folks you were worrying yourself sick over were standing right there.
Letting out a long breath, Bobby cracked open the door, nudging Dean back and slipped out onto the stuff strewn gravel. He looked over the hood of the truck, up towards the crumbling house. Anybody with a lick of sense wouldn’t have walked in the door, let alone looked to set up camp there. The floors had probably rotten through now, a mousetrap like minefield inside. ”I couldn’t get an exact number from the whispers ‘bout it, but I’d say half a dozen if you’re lucky. Black eyed sons of bitches have been floatin’ in. I guess he had to start roundin’ ‘em up eventually.” Lucifer hadn’t made a real move yet and that alone shoulda had them all antsy. He’d been out of Sam for months now, long enough to be on the other side of the planet, or to have reduced the whole thing to dust.
Heading to the back of the truck, Bobby flipped open the metal tackle box in the bed. The top tray lifted out, revealing the retrofitted space that stretched beneath. He pulled out a shotgun, loaded with enough rock salt to turn them into swiss cheese. No permanent solution, but maybe enough to keep one alive to talk. ”You come prepared?” The rest could go to Hell, literally, the things riding around in folks probably long gone burned out with the blades that had changed the game for them what felt like a lifetime ago.
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DEAN WINCHESTER
Hunter
Posts: 44
Status:
Single
Played by:
Alex
Last seen Apr 9, 2024 1:31:30 GMT
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Jan 9, 2023 18:55:21 GMT
━ i’ll keep fighting ... till i got nothing left ━
IT had been a long while since Bobby and him had gone on a hunt together. Way too long. With everything that had happened with Sam, they had all been focused on that. On Lucifer and getting him the hell outta Sam. That isn’t what happened, Sam had ended up getting the archangel out of him, himself. But that hadn’t meant he and everyone else hadn’t done anything and everything to try and help. He’d done everything he could and he still failed. Dammit he was sick and tired of the constant failures. He just needed a win, an easy win. While Sam was very much free of Lucifer, he could tell his brother was still suffering. He’d seen the damage Lucifer had done before when he left Sam, and this time was no different. Whether Sam wanted to admit it or not, he was in bad shape. There was only so much he could do, and Sam had to be willing to let him help. Which wasn’t always easy, but he knew whatever his decisions may be, Dean was going to be there for his brother.
Through thick and thin, he’d be there.
Dean was thankful Bobby had given him somethin’ to distract himself with. A hunt was exactly what he needed to distract himself from his own damning thoughts. Getting his frustrations out on demons was his idea of a good time. With everything that damn species had done on his family, he took any and every chance he got to send them back where they came from. While he knew damn and well that it wouldn’t be Lucifer tucked up inside of this old mansion, it was a start. And one he was damn ready to get up and goin.’ And he knew Bobby was too.
Ah Bobby, same as always. Dean snorted, “You and all your problems… Might wanna work on those. But hey, I’m here alright?” He stated as he observed Bobby check in the backseat of the Impala, probably checking to see if he brought anyone else along to help. “Just me, Bobby.” He pointed out, and that was how it was gonna stay for a while. Dean wasn’t ready to bring anyone else along to help, not Ben and certainly not Sam. Not yet. He’d much rather he do things on his own, but he’d make an exception where Bobby was concerned.
Bobby nudged him with the door, signaling him to move outta the way so he could get out. Dean stepped back and let Bobby get out of his truck. Dean glanced at the crumbling house and then back at Bobby as he spoke. “Half a dozen? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this is some sorta meet up place for Lucifer’s puppets.” Ones who didn’t bother to leave town when their master did. Bunch of demonic pricks. It did make him wonder what the hell Lucifer was up to, what his demon puppets were up to. “Sounds like we need to find one poor son-of-a-bitch and see what they know. If they can give us a lead on Lucifer, I say we do whatever we need to do to make that happen.” If they could get a lead on Lucifer’s whereabouts, he would consider that a win in his books. One step closer to taking down the devil. For good.
While Bobby went to the back of his truck, Dean went to the back of the Impala and popped open the truck, propping open the bottom compartment with the old rusty sawed off shotgun, he’d always used. ‘You come prepared?’ Bobby’s comment made him scoff as he pulled out a shotgun and loaded several rock salt rounds inside before cocking and loading it. “Losin’ faith in me already, Bobby? Of course I’m prepared.” Dean loaded several more rock salt rounds into his bag, followed by a flask full of holy water, a bottle of plain salt to use, and anything else he thought would be useful. They were about to go into a demonic frenzy, so it was best to come as prepared as possible. And where he was concerned, he couldn’t be too careful.
These sons of bitches deserved whatever came their way.
“Ready?”
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BOBBY SINGER
Hunter
Posts: 108
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 7, 2024 20:16:43 GMT
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on Feb 11, 2023 19:39:38 GMT
Therapy was nothing but clinical torture in his head, but had Karen lived, maybe one of those cushy sofas would’ve been where the two of them ended up. She’d known some of what he’d gone through, some of why he’d believed he’d make the worst possible father to any kids she wanted to bring into the world, but he’d never dragged out the most painful parts of his past to her. In a therapist’s office there’d have been no escape from it all, except for storming out and shattering what had been left of the marriage he was fighting for. Men like him didn’t have the luxury of spilling it all out the way some of these kids did now, you locked those things up, sealed them behind sharp words and a stone faced expression that gaze away nothing. It was what life as a hunter was built on.
Bobby knew that Dean would get that part of it. John Winchester had taught those boys to button themselves up so tight nothing could leak out. They’d taken after their old man, chances of either one of them spilling what was really tearing at ‘em taking a boat load of liquor and the sort of pushing that always left you with a tidal wave of anger and frustration and hurt pouring at you rather than that healthy, slow leak. Healthy just wasn’t in their wheel house. Not in any damn sense of the word.
Coming back should’ve left him feeling lighter somehow, but the minute he’d been on the other side of that tear in heaven that had landed him back here Bobby had felt it all roll back in. Like an anvil settling against your shoulders, leaving your knees aching, that constant pain in your gut that was more worry than the ulcer all that drinking had brought on. The boys had enough on ‘em already, but give it a few years and they’d start appreciating padded seats and warm nights to get rid of the arthritic ache in their joints.
Scoffing, Bobby sneered down at the empty back seat of the Impala. ”You gonna take me for my yearly protological exam? Yeah, I didn’t think so.” His drawl cut off with a faint grumble. He wasn’t about to yap enough to drive Dean off when this was meant to be about clearing his head instead. ”Maybe next time get ‘em to pitch in.” AKA The lot of them starting to work together again. Sam left to his own devices was only another thing to worry over. The Winchesters’ co-dependency was seen as a weakness, but it was more of one when the family was scattered.
The things in the ruined house would probably try and play on that now, but Bobby had no intention of giving them the time to do it. This was a quick job, an end to as many of the sons of bitches who’d stick when they saw two hunters smashing through the door. ”They had to start gatherin’ up eventually. Lucifer’s gotta be thinkin’ the place is his by now.” Which spelt more danger. The angel wouldn’t keep his goal hidden for long, Hell would start walking the earth in a way that’d trample humanity. Greying brows hitched under the brim of Bobby’s hat. ”You wanna keep one of ‘em alive for a little chit chat?” Risky, although if the rest of them were sent off to the Empty by then maybe they’d have a chance to get something out of whoever was left. Pinning them like bugs to those ruined floors until they started squirming. It was a good thing he’d come prepared for anything and everything then. Bobby slung the strap of the shotgun over one shoulder, reached in for the kit bag of his other tricks as Dean started popping the back of the Impala to retrieve his own. Bobby grinned over at him, almost a dare in the expression. ”Well, ya been out of the game a while. Just checkin’ you didn’t get soft.” Cause he wouldn’t wanna be explaining to Ben or Sam how he’d gotten Dean killed by letting him go in there with only one foot in the game.
He shut the tackle box, not worrying to be quiet until he caught a suddenly flicker of movement behind one of the shattered windows. The shotgun came up right away, although the demon was still too far off to risk a shot. ”I’m ready and I’d say they are too. Looks like we lost the element of surprise. Incomin’.” This time he did raise the shotgun, loosing both barrels at the thing wearing a soccer mom that tore out of the house. Maybe there was a chance they could’ve saved her, but with the situation exploding the way it had there was no time to sit there with the luxury of a devil’s trap and time to sweet talk that thing out of here with an exorcism. ”We’ll get inside, see if we can’t corner one of ‘em.” His voice rose over the shriek of the demon who was now thrashing around on the ground like a damn turtle flipped over on its back, trying to get up to take another run at him.
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DEAN WINCHESTER
Hunter
Posts: 44
Status:
Single
Played by:
Alex
Last seen Apr 9, 2024 1:31:30 GMT
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Jul 19, 2023 15:14:20 GMT
━ i’ll keep fighting ... till i got nothing left ━
DEAN snickered at Bobby’s remark, “I do a lot for you Bobby, but I gotta draw a line somewhere,” he replied with a smirk. Gathering the remainder of the supplies in the trunk of the Impala, he glanced over at Bobby briefly as he mentioned him getting the others to help out. He knew who he meant and Dean couldn’t help but let out a long, drawn out sigh. “I know Bobby, trust me, I know.” He wanted nothing more than to get the band back together, to have them all working as one unit again. But that wasn’t the case and he really didn’t want to drag Ben into this, even if he was prepared to do so. Losing his son again wasn’t something Dean wanted to go through again. Hell, he didn’t want to lose Sam again and it seemed he was slipping through his fingers lately and that worried him immensely, because he knew what happened when Sam went off on his own, inside his own head, and with everything that happened with Lucifer… he didn’t wanna take that chance.
‘They had to start gatherin’ up eventually. Lucifer’s gotta be thinkin’ the place is his by now.’ Bobby wasn’t wrong. Lucifer’s followers were nothing more than a cult, destined to follow his every order. Even with Lucifer in the wind, they were still following orders, gathering up into hordes, just ready to break free and do god knows what. And the not knowing part was the scariest, because a group of demons together only spelt out trouble, and more danger for those around. ‘You wanna keep one of ‘em alive for a little chit chat?’ It was risky, but they needed answers and he knew how to get these sobs talkin.’ He nodded at Bobby’s question, “Best way we’re gonna get any answers.” He retorted, closing the Impala’s trunk once he grabbed what he needed.
‘Well, ya been out of the game a while. Just checkin’ you didn’t get soft.’ Dean rolled his eyes as he loaded the shotgun. “I’m anything but soft.” Bobby didn’t have to worry about him, he could handle himself just fine. He’d lived this long, hadn’t he? As Bobby shut his tackle box, Dean’s eyes shifted towards the windows of the mansion, seeing movement. Well, there went their element of surprise. “Let’s roll,” he said as he cocked his shotgun and headed towards the house. One of them made a bold first move and ran towards the two of them, Bobby fired first, hitting the thing and causing it to shriek and thrash on the ground from the impact of the shells.
The thing wouldn’t quit as he kept trying to get at Bobby. Dean began stalking towards the house, stopping briefly only to stab the demon with an angel blade, sufficiently killing the bastard. He wished he could save them all, to have the time to exorcize them out of their hosts, but with the amount of demons potentially in the house, there wasn’t the time. In times of war there were casualties, there was no getting around that.
Side stepping over the demon’s body, Dean headed inside of the house with Bobby close behind. As soon as he stepped inside it went quiet, too quiet for his liking. He raised his hand up and silently motioned for Bobby to go to the right and he’d go to the left and they'd meet in the middle. It had been a long time since he’d cleared out a house full of demons, and it was a hassle each and every time. But it was necessary. The last thing this town needed was a demon infestation.
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BOBBY SINGER
Hunter
Posts: 108
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 7, 2024 20:16:43 GMT
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on Aug 15, 2023 18:46:27 GMT
”Name me five things you do, other than givin’ me heart burn and makin’ my hair vanish faster.” Bobby’s grip had a softer edge to it. Dean had heard his diatribes on family and the pain they could cause you. At the end of the day the boys were his reason for coming back though – the chance of an eternity in peace thrown aside without a second thought because he’d known that neither one of them would’ve given up the fight down here. He hadn’t expected to come back to perfect peace down here, but he hadn’t expected to find Lucifer wearing Sammy like a fur coat. Lucifer had found himself a new puppet in the end. There was no way in Hell – pun fully intended – he’d vanished for good though.
Sam wouldn’t have been on either of their lists to bring out here. Ben might’ve helped though – if Dean was willing to risk it. At Dean’s muttered response to his crabbing about them not being there, Bobby just hitched his brows at him. He knew, but it wasn’t gonna happen all the same. Those cracks were still running through the Winchesters’ lives, separating them from one another – just as Lucifer had likely intended it. Maybe killing a few of the black eyed sons of bitches would start plastering over them.
Loading up was giving plenty of time to needle Dean before they went in. Bobby huffed out something approaching an amused breath at Dean’s assurances, knowing there’d be no guarantee that he’d hold back once they got inside. ”Sure way to have one of ‘em tryin’ to get at ya too. Don’t let ‘em get in your head.” An order that was easier to give than to follow. The demons weren’t gonna make it easy. Bobby swallowed hard as he glanced up at the house. Lucifer’s people had a way of taking after their old man. They got their hooks in, pulling all the harder on them once they realised they were getting somewhere. If it was a choice between them getting bloody and Dean allowing himself to be vulnerable, the demons were going to be haemorrhaging every damn time.
”We’ll see ‘bout that son,” Bobby mumbled. Shouldering his rifle, he prepared to ease his way up to the house, but the demons weren’t gonna wait to roll out the red carpet. One bolted from the house, the blast of rock salt took the demon to the ground, left it rolling around like a turtle stuck on its back. He’d have moved in, putting the host out of its misery at least, but faster than him, Dean was there already. Bobby watched Dean pause for just a second to stab the demon. The body went still instantly. If there was anything of the host left, then it was gone now, probably for the best despite the tiny chance the man could’ve been saved and recovered enough to somehow stay sane after everything he’d seen.
Maybe there’d be some happy ever after in here, but he doubted it. Bobby left the body behind, following Dean up onto the porch and into the house. He caught Dean’s signal, almost hissed out a sigh of disagreement. This wasn’t about letting Dean off of some sort of leash – he knew if he tried it would’ve slipped off in an instant, Dean was in no mind set to be ordered around like he was some snot nosed kid who couldn’t take care of himself.
The house was silent around them. Bobby started to work his way through it, each step taken carefully, even though the demons knew they were here by now. His gaze twitched at each shadow, his shotgun carefully leading the way around every doorway. The women were waiting in what had been the dining room. Twins. As blonde and perky as cheerleaders, probably some little gift intended on slowing Dean down. One started to work her way towards her, a finger twisting a lock of hair around. ”Oh honey, we’ve been waiting for you. Jessie, why don’t you go see if you can find Dean, invite him on in here with us. We’ll have a party huh?”
Bobby bared his teeth, the shotgun already raised and braced against his shoulder as Jessie ran towards him. He was bowled aside, the twitch of his finger blasting a hole in the ceiling to showered them all with dust. ”Dean, you’re got incomin’!” So much for silence. This entire thing had gone up like a damn minefield. The bitch who’d stayed with him was over him now, face pressed down towards his as she twisted the shotgun out of his hand. Shoulda reloaded, blasted her across the damn room. Instead he fumbled for his pocket, retrieving the glass Christmas bauble he’d filled with holy water earlier. ”Open your mouth honey,” he growled. As she went to mouth off again, he crammed the bauble past her lips and slammed his hand against the underside of her jaw. The holy water splashed down her throat, smoke bubbling out of her mouth a second before she started to shriek.
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DEAN WINCHESTER
Hunter
Posts: 44
Status:
Single
Played by:
Alex
Last seen Apr 9, 2024 1:31:30 GMT
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Post by DEAN WINCHESTER on Jan 5, 2024 15:16:12 GMT
━ i’ll keep fighting ... till i got nothing left ━
DEAN scoffed, ”I do plenty for you.” He said as the two headed towards the old mansion. Hell, all the Winchesters had done plenty for Bobby, but then again, he’d done just as much if not more for them too. More than he would ever be able to thank him for. Which is why when Bobby needed him, he was there. It’s why he was here at this very moment, then again, Dean took up any excuse to gank some black eyed sons of bitches. Him and Bobby could handle them just fine on their own, he didn’t need others being dragged into it. Definitely not Sam with what he’d been through recently, and most definitely not his son. Ever since Ben had died in his arms and had been brought back to life he’d been even more protective than usual, probably more than he should be as he knew Ben could take care of himself just fine, but he also wasn’t about to lose him again. Dean didn’t think he'd survive that if he lost Ben again.
‘Sure way to have one of ‘em tryin’ to get at ya too. Don’t let ‘em get in your head.’ That was obvious. “Not my first rodeo, Bobby.” He reminded him. Dean had ganked more demons than he could count, he knew the drill. Demons were annoying sons of bitches and he knew they were prepared to fight the moment the two hunters entered the inside of the mansion. Demons never made things easy, but he’d be damned if he let any of them get inside his head. The sound of the front door bursting open snapped him clear out of his thoughts as Bobby fired his shotgun, sending rock salt straight into the demon’s center mass. Before Bobby could, Dean had grabbed his knife and stuck it in the demon’s chest and twisted before ripping it clear out. There was a chance that the host was still alive inside, but he doubted it. Here lately, demons had been picking up dead bodies to wear. So the likelihood the poor son of a bitch was alive was slim to none.
Standing up straight, Dean strapped the knife back into its sheath and held his shotgun out in front of him and headed inside. All business and no play, there was one goal here: rid this mansion of the demon infestation and come out alive. Easier said than done. Walking inside Dean remained on high alert, the house being entirely too quiet for his liking. Dean motioned Bobby to the left and he went to his right, clearing each room. Where the hell were all the demons? As soon as he thought that he heard Bobby’s voice ring through the place, ’Dean, you got incomin’!’ Sure enough and in charges a blonde heading straight toward him, without so much as a second of hesitation, Dean fired his gun, sending the demon flying into the bookshelf behind her, sufficiently breaking the damn thing into pieces.
Unsheathing the knife he walked quickly towards the blonde, who then began to plead for her life. ‘Please! I can give you information!’ He knew better when it came to demons and a low ranking demon such as this one wouldn’t know shit and if so, well, there were plenty others demons he could get said information from. ”Sorry sweetheart, I don’t negotiate with demons.” He said and then proceeded to stab the demon who lit up like a christmas tree before her body went limp. He then stood up and heard more shots being fired. ”Hold on Bobby!” He yelled as he loaded his shotgun and headed towards the kitchen where Bobby was. Before he could fire at the demon who was on top of Bobby, he had shoved one of those holy water bombs inside her mouth, causing her to begin to smoke out and shriek before she rolled off of Bobby.
Dean stabbed the demon who was still shrieking from the holy water that had been shoved down her throat and helped Bobby up, ”You good?” He asked as he handed him back his shotgun once he was standing. “That can’t be all of em.” He said as his eyes scanned the room, listening for any signs of more demons and sure enough he heard footsteps upstairs. ”Upstairs.” He said as he stepped over the demon and headed towards the stairs. Dean was fully prepared to clear this entire house, once it got down to one demon left, then he would have some fun. He was gonna get answers today one way or another, just had to wait and see which demon was going to give it up.
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BOBBY SINGER
Hunter
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Played by:
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Last seen Mar 7, 2024 20:16:43 GMT
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on Jan 16, 2024 19:36:58 GMT
Family – the kind that mattered, not the kind that necessarily came with being blood – meant you did things for one another. It wasn’t always handing out hugs or kindly advice, it was pulling heads out of asses and throwing the sort of verbal punches that gutted you now, but allowed healing later. John Winchester’s boys had been more than a babysitting job to him and he’d been more than just that to them too. Without the other, neither of them would’ve been here now – which wasn’t just a flowery way of saying they’d offered up support, it was literal. Left to his own devices, Dean might’ve slid right back to where he’d been after he’d lost Sam the first time. Some human part of him stripped away by pain and grief, what was left heartless and set on some sorta kick for vengeance that was never gonna fix a damn thing. Bobby was trying to make damn sure that didn’t happen. This wasn’t the last time, Sam was here, even if he was still a little hollowed out by what those sons of bitches had done to him. Unfortunately Lucifer was still here too, and while his black eyed sycophants were still catering to his every whim, they were all gonna feel that vacuum inside and the dread that went along with it.
Bobby grunted at Dean as he’d reminded him it wasn’t his first rodeo. That was the worst bit of it – there was no end to this. Unless someone got rid of Luci and Azazel permanently, there was always the risk of this happening again. It was Hell’s version of whack-a-mole. That feeling only grew once the demons had taken notice of them. Shoot at one, down it long enough for Dean to plunge a blade into its chest, and the next was already popping up. Splitting up might’ve been the quickest way to deal with them all, but it was also the riskiest.
Moving through the mansion Bobby kept his hearing strained, listening out for Dean when he couldn’t watch out for him. As though he hadn’t missed a handful of years, he cleared each room before the Pamela Anderson twins had appeared. It wasn’t seduction on her mind, or attraction on his. The minute she opened her mouth and crooned at him, Bobby felt regret claw at his gut. They’d known the two of them would somehow be the ones heading out here, they’d lain in wait and he’d left Dean on his own back there somewhere. The warning was out of his mouth in an instant, his lips twisting with frustration before he shoved the bauble past hers.
He tried to bark Dean’s name again, the sound of shots from outside filling him with dread, but the demon was still on top of him, thrashing. If she got her strength back while that shotgun was on the other side of the room he’d be dead. Bobby threw his head back, trying to avoid her clawing hands. Bobby raised a knee, wedged it up between them as he started to recite the exorcism that might’ve worked if he had the time. ”Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus…” The thing rolled aside, still shrieking. She didn’t get far though, Dean was there, the demon blade he’d used outside biting into her flesh.
”Just ‘bout,” Bobby muttered, sucking in a breath. He laid there for a second before he started peeling himself up with Dean’s help. ”They knew we were comin’. They wouldn’t have left just the three of ‘em for that. Not when it’s the Great Dean Winchester swaggerin’ in to…” The footsteps upstairs creaked like they just had to prove him right. Bobby took back his shotgun, refilling it from a pocket on his vest before he started after Dean. ”You still glad we didn’t bring anybody else along with us?” he asked dryly. ”A few more hands and this might’ve been done already.” They might also have handed Sam right over to Lucifer again.
His gaze raked the banisters as they reached the top floor, trying to find some sign of danger in that still, silent space. Nothing. A couple of the doors stood open though, the one at the end of the hall closed. Did they go easy or start out hard and hope that there was one last son of a bitch just waiting for them behind that door. ”We ain’t goin’ it alone this time,” he muttered to Dean. ”That thing down there sent its sister after you. I think you might just be the prize today, boy.” Bobby lifted his chin towards the closest of the doors, the shotgun covering Dean from just behind his left shoulder.
Sweeping the room with it, trying to find the soft black outline of something at least partially human in a big room of hard lines and glossy furniture. After a second there was a shift on what was probably the bed, a long shadow peeling away from its outline. The shotgun lifted, blasting at the thing as there was a commotion at the door they’d just come through. ”Dean!” he hollered, twisting on the spot as the thing on the bed recovered from the shotgun blast and charged the two of them, looking to catch them in a pincer movement between the bed and the door.
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