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Appearance: 6'1", well built, in very good shape. Green eyes, brown hair kept short. Quite tanned as a result of being outdoors a lot. Fit and sporty body. Often a cheeky grin! Dean always wears a metal amulet on a leather cord around his neck, a gift from his father, and a silver ring on the ring finger of his right hand. On the upper left side of his chest he has a tattoo of a pentagram with rays of sun surrounding it. Personality: Dean graduated from high school, but took his education no further than that. But what he lacks in college smarts he more than makes up for with street smarts. His biggest strength and weakness is his loyalty. There is nothing he won't do for the people he loves, even die for them. But that has been used against him in the past. He is very protective and will defend his family, even when they insist they can look after themselves. He is a terrible flirt but is scared of long term commitment to any one woman. He is quick witted and sarcastic, something he uses to hide his emotional vulnerabilities. Every since something happened to him last summer, he has become a lot quieter than he was previously, even toning down the flirting. He loves his food, especially pie! He doesn't trust easily and is wary of new people getting close to him. But this doesn't make him aloof or detached. He'll be friendly and welcoming to everyone, to an extent. Getting past that emotional barrier to really get close is hard. History: Dean's life was tragic from an early age. When he was four his mother was killed by a demon, one that was later discovered to be after his baby brother, Sam. The children were rescued by their father, John, who never really got over his wife's death. John became obsessed with hunting the demon, leading his children on a life on the road. The boys were raised as soldiers, taught to hunt and kill supernatural creatures. Dean embraced this life, while Sam resented every second. When Sam graduated high school he left home to go to college, something which caused a rift between the brothers. For two years they barely spoke before John disappeared and Dean came to Stanford to find Sam. While Sam was resistant at first to help, wanting his normal life, it was the death of his girlfriend, Jessica, at the hands of the same demon who killed his mother, that persuaded him to abandon a career as a lawyer and join Dean in the hunt for their dad.
For about a year they traveled the country in Dean's beloved Impala, chasing their dad and fighting various creatures along the way. Eventually they caught up with him, and he filled them in about Azazel, aka the Yellow Eyed Demon, the one they'd been hunting for. They also picked up a special gun made by Samuel Colt, a gun that could kill anything, even a demon. However, before more could be explained, Azazel's followers caused a car crash that left Dean in a critical condition. John made a deal, his life for Dean's.
Dean's guilt over his father's choice ate away at him for a long time. But in the meantime, they still had a yellow eyed bastard to hunt down. With the help of family friend, Bobby Singer, they tracked down some answers. Azazel had been feeding his blood to babies, including Sam, gifting them with powers. His aim was to have them fight each other and the winner would end up leading Azazel's demon army. Dean was terrified of the powers Sam was starting to show, believing them to be evil. Still, when Sam and the other "psychic kids" were taken, Dean dropped everything else to track him down. He arrived just in time to see Jake stab Sam in the back and kill him.
Like his father, Dean didn't hesitate. He summoned the Crossroads Demon and made a deal. Bring Sam back and in one year the Hellhounds would come for Dean.
With Sam alive once more, the brothers and Bobby, along with Ellen Harvelle another family friend, went after Jake and Azazel. Jake opened a Devil's Gate, letting hundred of demons out of hell. Sam killed Jake while Dean fought Azazel, thte demon taunting the elder Winchester, asking him if he was sure what he brought back was "one hundred per cent pure Sam Winchester." But the spirit of John Winchester forced his way out of hell and distracted Azazel long enough for Dean to get the shot with the Colt and finally kill Azazel.
With one year left to live, Dean decided to hide his fear by going after as many of the escaped demons as possible while Sam tried to research a way out of the deal, with the help of Bobby and the "good" demon Ruby and hindered by the theif Bela Talbot. Dean was terrified and in denial that any of it was happening. Then there was the revelation that with Azazel dead a new power was rising. Lilith. She was the one who held the contract for Dean's soul. It was only then that Dean began to fight against the inevitable.
But by then it was too late. Bela was killed by the Hellhounds. Ruby was dragged back to hell. And finally, in front of his brother, Dean was ripped to shreds by Lilith's hellhounds and sent to hell.
It was four months by Earth time. That meant 40 years in hell. Dean was tortured by the sadistic demon Alistair, over and over again on the rack. And every day Alistair offered him a choice. For 30 years he resisted until finally he couldn't take it any more and he accepted. And he got off the rack and started torturing souls himself. But then the angel Castiel reached down into hell and gripped Dean and pulled him out. Dean crawled out of his grave and found Sam and Bobby again. Ruby had also clawed her way back from hell, and joined with Sam, training him in the use of his powers. Castiel then revealed Lilith's plan- to open 66 Seals and unlock the gates of hell, allowing Lucifer to walk free. The brothers now have to work with the angels and Ruby to prevent Lilith from acheiving her goals.
Log Sample (Samples are from an AU game where Dean had had his memories erased and new ones implanted)
Dean Winchester sat heavily on his bed with a long sigh. It had just been one of those days, one where nothing made any sense and he was left with more questions than answers. Even after the hours in his office, he couldn't quite leave the work behind and the folders he was working on lay in a haphazard pile next to him on the bed. Dean almost felt as though they were glaring at him accusingly, asking him why he hadn't solved the cases yet. People came to him when the police either couldn't or wouldn't solve their problems, for one reason or another. On the one hand it amused Dean a lot when he solved something the police couldn't, but on the other it sometimes left him so damn frustrated.
He ran a tired hand over his face, in the back of his mind wondering when the last time he'd gotten decent sleep had been. It felt like months. Maybe it had been, who knew. It seemed every time he closed his eyes the nightmares came. Images he didn't understand, a feeling of terror that gripped him. He didn't know why they'd started or what they meant, but so far he'd found the only way to make them stop was to work until he collapsed. That and a few shots of bourbon.
With a tired groan he stood up, long legs getting him to the kitchen in only a couple of strides. Ever since his dad had left, Dean had lived alone in a small apartment in the Lincoln Apartments complex. It had a roof, a bed and a basic kitchen and bathroom and there was nothing else he needed. Since he practically lived at the office, he reasoned, he didn't need anything more. And besides, in the kitchen there lived the bourbon.
He reached for the bottle and a glass, filling it roughly and even spilling a couple of drops on the counter before he roughly knocked back the shot, feeling the burn of the alcohol against his throat. A few more of these to chase away the memories. Rummaging around in the fridge he found some leftover Chinese takeout that didn't smell too bad and would work well enough to keep the alcohol from going straight to his head. Grabbing that and the bourbon he pushed the fridge closed with a foot before heading back to the bed and the pile of folders. As he chewed some cold noodles, Dean picked up the first folder with a sigh, flicking it open to the first page and started to read the details he already knew by heart.
Journal Sample You know I've been here for as long as I can remember, but I've never bothered to actually use this thing. But, hey communicating and connecting with people is good for the soul right? Or something like that anyway. So I figure, what's the harm right? Not like any of you are going to turn out to be some kind of weird psycho. Not that I have anything against nutjobs, at least they're not boring. Still, life's been quiet lately I guess so I thought I'd try this whole meeting new people thing. See what I get.
So, here goes. My name is Dean Winchester. I'm 30 years old and I'm a Capricon on the cusp of Aquarius. And yes, ladies, I am single. I'm also a private detective so if there's anything people need finding, or answers that people want, then that's what I'm here for. I know sometimes the police can't help, that sometimes they don't have the time so have to close the case. Or maybe something isn't a police matter at all. Doesn't mean you don't need peace of mind. So that's where I can help.
And I didn't mean for this to turn into a bid for business, I swear. So what else can I say about me... I love horror movies, classic rock music and spending time on my baby, my 1967 Chevy Impala.
So this is me I guess. It's good to finally make contact with you all.