Dean Winchester

Dean never wanted to be in this position. But he couldn't leave them. He couldn't leave Sam or his Dad. They would have killed each other. Sam even said so, while Dean wandered the hospital, trying to get Tessa to let him live. All he wanted was to live, to keep fighting. To keep his family fighting. 

So he let his chance to move on pass. Tessa warned him. All Dean could do was choose what to attach himself to. There was no way they were letting his body stay. His coat was all he could think of. No way would Sam be able to throw it away. Dean was counting on it. 

DeanMun here. So I've decided that on the interest of people I adore like angelwiththebluetie, I'm going to restart my blog. While I'm only going to be on one day a week, I do intend to rp to the fullest that one say I'm available. 

However I do acknowledge I have not posted in many moons. If there is any expressed interest in this Dean blog becoming active once again, please let me know somehow. Whether it be a like, a reblog, or an inbox message, just let the Dean know.

I've not been feeling like RPing. I feel like it's become a responsibility, so I don't want to do it.

I'm really sorry to those of you expecting replies.