Aug 18, 2017
@formercampbell
“Dean gave it to me as a present. Hope you don’t mind the few charms that were added.”
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@formercampbell
“Dean gave it to me as a present. Hope you don’t mind the few charms that were added.”
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Dean and Mary had gotten home very late from a rough hunt, Dean banged up a little bit. His mother insisted that she looked him over but Dean said that he was fine. It wasn’t even that bad. They got home around eleven thirty, though it was closer to midnight when Dean managed to get settled down in his bed. The bedrooms in the bunker were so weird because they were everywhere. Dean’s room was one side of the bunker and Mary’s was on the other side.
Around three in the morning, Dean was in a deep and restless sleep, beginning to toss and turn as he had begun to dream about that night that started all of this, his heart beginning to speed up. “No...” he mumbled, tossing his head to the side as he let out a hard breath. “N-No...” Suddenly, out of nowhere, Dean let out a panic-filled scream that echoed throughout the bunker, grabbing a tight fistful of his thin, beige blankets. “M-Mom! Stop!” he cried loudly.
Mary: asks both boys what happened
Sam and Dean: both leave out their fault while relaying information
@formercampbell wants to suffer
The Winchester family didn’t really have any medical problems. No heart attacks, no diabetes, no high blood pressure, nothing of the sorts. So Dean wasn’t too worried. Besides, he was only thirty-seven. He was still fairly young, so that was another reason why he wasn’t really worrying. Sure, he ate diner food and junk food all the time, a home cooked meal every once in a while. There was nothing wrong with that. Other than the fact that Dean’s only exercise was hunting monsters, Dean was a fairly fit man for his age.
Having Mom back from the dead did put a little bit of stress on Dean, but it wasn’t too much to kill him. He was sitting in the kitchen in the bunker with some cereal and coffee when he started to feel tightness in his chest from out of nowhere and he did start to feel a little sick, he heart beginning to race. “What the hell...” Dean breathed out tightly, finding it hard breathe. Dean stood up, only to feel even more dizzy and standing only made him feel worse as the room began to spin. The only thing he could hear was the poundingof his racing heart in his ears. His mouth felt dry and, honestly? Dean was terrified. All at once, his legs buckled and he collapsed to the floor, the cold cereal bowl he was holding was shattered on the ground when he lost feeling in his arms.
"I missed you, mom." / @formercampbell ♥’d
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Dean was only seven. Only seven. His entire family was gone. His mom, his dad, even his baby brother. He had nobody. It was the worst feeling a kid could feel. Especially as this young of an age. Dean didn’t know how he ended up in this place. All he knew was that he didn’t like it. After the accident, he just kind of...stopped talking. Dean didn’t really interact with other kids, even if they tried to play with him. When Dean didn’t talk to them, the other kid immediately thought that Dean was purposely ignoring them and made a huge fit. It’s not that Dean was ignoring them. He just didn’t have anything to say.
Lately, Dean has been playing by himself in his own room, though it wasn’t very fun. He noticed that when he was by himself, though, he didn’t have random outbursts and claiming that people were some kind of...black monster that he’s been seeing. Earlier this morning, Dean practically screamed Bloody Murder and almost had a panic attack because he said this one girl was all broken and bleeding black goo from her eyes. Dean wasn’t taking any pills and he didn’t want to, either, because he hated pills. The only way he’d take them was if they were crushed up and sprinkled on his food. This is because, when he was about four, and when his parents were still alive, he had to take a pill and it got stuck in his throat.