( Compelledcurator ; Dean W. ) - Blog Posts

If Sam's brain had been working at full capacity, he would have protested Dean's plan. Instead, the light was removed from his grip and his older brother was gone before Sam could even utter a word.

Letting out a sigh, Sam let the moonlight streaming through the windows guide him upstairs. Gun in hand, Sam crept from room to room, tired eyes searching for any pale apparitions. His ears strained for any sign of Dean, but his brother was being unusually silent. That, or Sam simply couldn't focus.

He was in the last room at the end of the corridor when the gunshot went off. Sam jumped, the closet door slipping from his grasp and slamming shut, making the younger hunter wince. Ow. But he didn't have time to focus on his pounding head when Dean could be in trouble.

" Dean? " He calls out, heading back out into the corridor as quickly as his foggy mind would allow. Squinting in the darkness, he could make out Dean's shorter form down the end of the hallway - no ghost in sight. " Are you alright? " Sam's slightly breathless as he reaches Dean, gaze scanning his brother for any injuries. " Was that the spirit? "

Suspicion ran deep in the older Winchester but he didn't handle things well the last time Sam went through this similar pain, he wanted to make up for it.

Dean knew he could be a little on the over protective side but hell Sam was all he had, Brothers looked out for brothers especially when hunting the things normal folk tell stories of.

" Okay listen, I'll take the flashlight and check out the basement, you take upstairs and hopefully this will be over soon "

Not giving Sam enough time to fully argue Dean takes the light and heads off. This way he was granting Sam's wishes while also still protecting him. The spirit had shown in the basements bathroom, converted some time ago into a rental suite but after the worlds scariest bath guest, well, it was unused.

Dean moved slowly in the dark room with the light panning left to right, but nothing happened. After some time he admitted defeat and returned upstairs.

Stood five feet tall a dripping woman had her back to the hunter. Her wedding dress torn and stained it hung around her small frame. Clearly this bride must be the spirit but no one mentioned a wedding gown, usually just a woman in white, a typical ghost the brothers have put down before but this was different.

Aiming the shot gun Dean stood watching her, he didn't want to make her aware of Sam but equally didn't want Sam to walk into this, into her without a warning.

Screw it.

Dean fired once into the woman, her spirit screamed and like a cloud of steam it dispersed.

The younger Winchester hadn't meant to bring up the pain that had been slowly increasing since he woke up, but Dean had committed on the instinctual squint Sam made every time the flashlight moved, and well - it had just slipped out. Cue the conversation Sam had really wanted to avoid, especially considering his... history with head pain.

Sam let the stream of light dip slightly, the shadows creeping from above allowing his expression to soften slightly. Made it easier to glance at Dean, to ignore the throbbing in his head – even if his expression was still scrunched with pain. " No, " he counters immediately.

" I'm fine, I can handle it – besides, we're already here, what's the point in leaving now? " It's easy to brush away the protective brotherly concern thrown his way, even if Sam feels a flash of guilt in doing so. Dean was only ever looking out for him, and the older hunter had plenty of reason to be worried. " Let's just get this over with and head back to the motel. I'll rest or whatever there, Dean. "

They probably had some painkillers somewhere, and Sam was sure a couple of those with a good sleep would fix the ache resonating in his skull. Better to believe that than to consider it could be a sign of something more.

Headache and Migraines | Accepting

@fracturals asked; "Of course I'm squinting, it's so bright in here." ( sam @ dean )

Dean lowered his gun to look over at his younger sibling, was he joking? it's several shades of shadow in here.

" Dude, you literally have the flashlight, the only light in here "

Dean looked around the old house they stood in, nothing seemed extra spooky, The house was haunted sure, but they were hunters so that was a occupational hazard they actually looked for and the ghost of a drowned woman didn't blind you with lights, least Dean hadn't found anything to suggest otherwise.

" Look maybe you sit this one out Sam " his overly protective side taking a stance, remembering those migraines Sam had and all the demonic events during that time, Maybe it was happening again?

Humans were so intricately complicated. They had conflicting emotions, fierce instincts and relationships that only continued to stun the angel. Dean Winchester considered himself a bad man, someone worthy of torture within hell, yet had given everything to protect his brother. It was a connection you hardly saw between angels, duty always outweighing bonds.

Castiel admired Dean for it. For being so selfless, even if the man couldn't see it for himself. It was a rare trait in humans - but an admirable one. Something that wasn't so admirable? Drinking. Castiel could practically taste the whisky molecules even from a distance.

" I don't think so, " Castiel can't help but disagree. Perhaps it wasn't something a heavenly being should be saying – but then again, most heavenly beings wouldn't risk diving into hell for a human.

" You had good intentions behind what you did – from what I gather, behind everything you've been doing. It may not always have a desirable outcome, but those are out of your control Dean. "

He hovers for a moment, glancing around before moving to settle on a seat near the hunter. Castiel's posture is rigid, uncomfortable. But his expression remains genuine, albeit on the stoic side. " It can't be easy for you. Having those memories. "

hero and villain sentence starters | Accepting

@fracturals asked; you are justifiably angry, you had to make a terrible sacrifice. ( castiel @ dean )

Dean was on his third whisky when Castiel found him, alone. The hunter needed space and often found being alone helped him to process whatever he needed to. He was surprised how fast the Angel had found him but then he still didn't understand Castiel's abilities as an angel.

" It's what family does, like hell was I lettin' Sam die " his voice almost broke but he kept it together, Dean was drowning in an ocean of regret " The things I saw, Hell the things I did Cas, Maybe I deserved Hell "

Dean took another hit of whiskey, eyes filling with the tears he refused to release. Hell broke Dean, He didn't speak about the ways Alastair tortured him but he remembered every detail. You can't imagine the pain, Dean held on for thirty years as time moves differently down there but everyone has a breaking point.