I'm not four anymore (John)

[Dean Winchester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/rj-2.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 3px double #5a6a7e; width: 500px; height: 320px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Dean had not moved since he had gotten to Nevada, he had dumped his crap in a spare room gotten a chair and a rifle and sat at Sam’s bed those who he had known him a long time like Norah knew that Dean was not someone that you wanted to piss off and when Sam was hurt Dean got scary, especially when Sam was hurt it was almost like he had become the protector of the family and friends that they had, sure he might not have liked all of them but his main concern was Sam and he would do what it took to keep his little brother safe. He had always been able to keep Sam safe, even if it had been a risk to his own life he really didn’t care as his brother had come first and would always come first to Dean, he had sold his own soul for Sam and when Sam woke up they would talk, really talk and they would address every problem that the pair ever had. Dean had not wanted the problems with Sam to escalate but it just seemed that every time he tried to solve said problems that it just got worse no matter what Dean did. The fact that Nichole’s arrival didn’t help things but he didn’t blame his sister for that because of the fact that it wasn’t like she had done it on purpose and Sam just seemed to be going through a lot of problems. Sighing Dean rubbed his face, at the sound of an opening door Dean cocked the gun. “You better have a damn good reason” he said not turning around. Location: hotel Music:Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi Outfit:in template Notes:

[John Winchester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/johnny-3.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 3px double #2c2e3a; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Norah and Ki had been riding him for at least four hours to pull away from Sam's bedside and go do something. Mainly shower and get some sleep, at least for a while since he hadn't done more then micro nap since Sam fell into the coma. Eventually the old man relented and went to 'take some time for himself' as someone had said, even though he didn't really want it. Quietly though the old man endeavored that next time someone tried getting him away from Sam's bedside, he was going to get his gun. Yes he understood their reasoning, trying to look after him for some unknown reason, kids these days. Either way he had retreated to his room, had a shower and tried to force a nap, figuring they'd lay off his case if he relented on this. Something near half a bottle of gin had finally put him to sleep, what he was having trouble figuring out was what the hell had woken him back up. A jackhammer of a headache made him wish or a brief moment that he was dead again and he sort of flailed around for a few moments before finding his cell phone, the ban of his existance that had woken him up. Getting dressed he read the message, looks like his eldest boy had blown into town. A tired sigh, the old man ruffed up his eternally messy hair and made his way down to Sam's room, no doubt Dean would be in there, all the while trying to prepare himself for the nextround of awkward reunions. He didn't know if he could go through this yet again with another son, and just because he needed to slice through the dread welling in his stomach the old man attempted to say a little thanks that he didn't have anymore children because they were definitely going to be the death of him again. Not that he would blame any of them for his trip to hell, and if faced with the dilemma the old man knew he'd do it again without hesitation. Scrubbing at the old stubble on his face John tiredly let himself into the room only to be met with the sound of two things, a gun being cocked and his eldest's less-then-pleased tone, "Better have a damn good reason for what exactly Dean?" John had asked in his own gruff tone, slowly walking up to his side, "Put the damn gun down boy," God he was too old and too tired for all of this. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: The usual Music: Hells Bells -AC/DC Notes: hes gettin' too old for all this [/style]

[Dean Winchester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/rj-2.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 3px double #5a6a7e; width: 500px; height: 320px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Dean had been expecting a lot of things, Ruby trying to get close to Sam. That bitch would have had her brains blown out before she had even gotten near Dean’s Sammy the shit that she had put the Winchesters through over the years he didn’t care if Bobby had told him that she was human that bitch was on her probationary hearing she wasn’t even allowed to even sneeze in the same state as Sam without fear of Dean ending her, specially if said sneeze in anyway hurt Sam. He had known that Adam and Nichole had been floating around and he knew that he had to talk to both of them, however as per usual Sammy took the cake nothing was higher on Dean’s list of priorities as Dean had remembered close to 5 years ago when they had met the shtriga that had nearly killed Sam as a child. He would do anything to keep Sam safe no matter what. As Dean had sat there watching his little brother comatose on the bed he knew that this job got you hurt, that was how things worked you got hurt and then you moved on, that had been the general life, hell Dean had been hospitalised the most out of the hunters in the damn hotel he was pretty sure, add in the fact that all the Winchesters had died once and they where one weird group. What he had not expected to roll through the door however was his father looking like shit and possibly that he hadn’t slept since Sam had been in the coma. Not that he could blame him but Dean had seen a lot worse than this, he had seen Sam’s cold dead body in a similar position. Turning to look at his father he dropped the gun to the floor and was greeted with the strong smell of stale alcohol on his father. “Firstly it was going to be that you would have some damn good reason to interrupt me with Sammy but you have just as much right to be here as I do.” He said “although you look like crap, smell like a brewery and probably have been looking after yourself as much as Sam was to put him in this state so should I have the county hospital waiting to put you in a room?” Location: hotel Music:Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi Outfit:in template Notes:

[John Winchester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/johnny-3.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 3px double #2c2e3a; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "Smartass," He gruffed slightly, running a hand through his hair tiredly and shaking his head as stepped deeper into the room, "You'll have to excuse me, alcohol is the only thing gettin' me to sleep anymore," And since when did he owe anyone an explanation? He was the father here for christ sakes. But his eldest boy did have a point, John really hadn't been taking much care of himself as of late. Alright that was a lie, he hadn't been doing much looking after himself since he came back from hell, too busy chasing shadows, being haunted by memories he'd rather not think about and worrying incessantly about this and that. John grabbed a chair, brought it over and sat down beside Dean with a tired sigh, "I'll be fine, it's your brothers we should be worrying about," Yes both of them, "They're both in a sorrier state then I am, not that I blame them any," There was no way he could begin to imagine what having been stuck in a cage with a pair of very very pissed off archangels could have been like, but sure as shit couldn't have been any sort of pleasant, just given the state the boys were in. He ran a hand through his hair, looking as old and beaten down as he felt at that moment as he looked Sam over. Giving Dean a side long glance John let out a sigh, god he couldn't take any more of these awkward 'hey not dead' moments, and he would definitely rejoice when they were all done, "So how are you then boy? We've established that I'm becoming an old drunk," He said so dripping with quiet sarcasm of course, "And Sam here isn't exactly doing peachy either, but you look better put together then the rest of us," He had to give it to his son, Dean had always been a strong boy, even when he shouldn't have had to have been. If only he could take it all back, quietly he reached into his pocket and pulled out a whiskey flask, holding it out to his eldest son. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: The usual Music: Hells Bells -AC/DC Notes: yep, feelin old [/style]

[Dean Winchester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/rj-2.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 3px double #5a6a7e; width: 500px; height: 320px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Dean rolled his eyes when his dad spoke it was typical him he avoided the issue and he passed it off to something else. The fact that John had not been in the best of shape was something to worry about, yet at the same time he knew that he would not be able to convince his dad to do anything about it because he had learnt over the years that his dad was as just as stubborn as him if not more so, therefore it was not going to be something that he could do with ease not that Dean liked the fact that he wouldn’t give up but Dean knew he wouldn’t be able to change his father. He knew that his dad was right about Adam and Sam but he had to admit that it wasn’t like Sam was going anywhere and Adam had a lot of people to help him. John on the other hand had no one that was stupid enough to tell him what to do however Dean had been around him for 32 years and he knew how to deal with his dad and how to ensure that everything was ok. After all Dean had the most experience and he was possibly the one person that could get through to the old man. “I am at the end of my sanity” he said “I have Adam trying to kill himself you drinking yourself to death and Sam in a coma so I am practically peachy. All we need is for Nichole to become addicted to LSD and we have the full set, yet again rather than facing up to it you’ll bury your head in sand or run, right now I have a brother in a coma and half brother I didn’t know about on the verge of suicide and a kid that may be my son looking for his missing mother so don’t act like I don’t have problems” Location: hotel Music:Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi Outfit:in template Notes:

[John Winchester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/johnny-3.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 3px double #2c2e3a; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "Boy, your a bigger drama queen then your mother was, and Mary, she could go on some pretty memorable tangents," There was a certain mist to his eyes when he spoke of the woman, "Should have heard the way she got on me when I bought the impala," At the time, he didn't think that there would be a day hat he'd be sitting around wishing she would come out and yell at him about this, or nag him about that. But he did, normally when he was alone and drunk, but right now because he had to wonder how she would handle their eldest since he had a mouth on him much like hers. Clearing his throat he gave Dean a bleary eyed, miserably tired look, "Those are my kids your talkin' about, I know I aint been father of the year, and I know I fucked up more then I did right but don't talk to me like you think I don't care about them Dean," It came out sounding harsher then he had meant it to, but his boy had a way of getting under the skin when he was feeling particularly angry about something and wanted him to know it. John knew that, but it didn't sooth the frustrated anger that he was feeling at the moment at the general insinuation of his eldest sons words. "Now I've been fryin' in hell the past, what, four years? Come back to a less then nice welcoming from just about everyone so you'll have to excuse me if right now I don't wanna get into a pissing contest with my son over whose got the biggest reason to boohoo at the moment," The old man was too old and too tired for that, he honestly was, "Alright maybe I worded the question wrong, since I was just tryin' to ask how you were before you got all sorts of defensive on me, but boy I'm still your dad and your never too old for an ass whoopin," Ah good old Winchester family dealings, when things got to emotional, resort to fights and alcohol. The old man had already had a few drinks which meant there was just one other option, he really didn't want to get into a fight and with his son no less though. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: NYNY Casino, Vegas Outfit: The usual Music: Hells Bells -AC/DC Notes: for being a young female, i feel i play on onry old man pretty well o.O [/style]

[Dean Winchester]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/rj-2.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 3px double #5a6a7e; width: 500px; height: 320px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Dean had to admit that he had been trying to keep his calm because of the fact that his father had been back and he had not been around for the last couple of years. But Dean had matured in having Sam back the young man that he had been was gone, he had his own son to take care of now regardless of if Ben was actually his son he would look after the kid and that was the most important thing. It could be argued that to his father that had never been an important thing, Dean had just never realised it before. Sure John was justified in wanting to see the demon that had killed his wife be gutted like a bitch but that did not mean his kids had to be used to do it. “I know all about the impala and the car that you where meant to buy.” Dean said his eyes not leaving his father, he would not forget the time that he had met his mother, it was not something that he had found easy but at the same time he didn’t really want to talk about it because of the fact that he didn’t think that he would stop crying if he started. At the mention of his dad calling Sam, Adam and Nichole his kids Dean was on his feet. “Oh really?” he said moving the chair out of the way “explain to me exactly how any of us have ever really been children, I mean from the age of four I raised Sam while you where on hunts in crappy motel rooms when we weren’t with Bobby, or Jim or Caleb or whichever other hunter you normally passed us on to had us, let’s be honest not father of the year is a fucking understatement I raised Sam better than you ever could, forging signatures for report cards, lying for when you weren’t there for Sam’s school events, hell when I was 16 I was going to Sam’s parent/teacher conference so yeah you can call them your kids, but you have hardly been here for all of us. Me on the other hand I have been and I always will be for my family I am the one that is making the risks, I am the one that you told to put a bullet in Sam’s head, I am the one that at 11 years old you gave crap because I couldn’t do your job for you when that Striga went for Sam, this is not something that you can come back to and act like everything is fine, it is not fine and I don’t think it has ever been fine. I mean the fact that you heard about Sam and Jess and it took you months to actually call him? And don’t bullshit me I know for a fact you knew for a while because I know you, and don’t even get me started about when we where in Lawrence, you called and texted after I rang you, yet there was nothing to help us at that time, so don’t act like it had been on a little thing you weren’t a good father, let’s be honest I could be a better father with one hand tied behind my back.” Location: hotel Music:Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi Outfit:in template Notes: