Not to be that person, but any stealth obtained riding a bike is gonna be cancelled out by the armour...
...that shit sounds like an explosion in a saucepan factory with every movement...
why don't people in zombie apocalypse stories ever just wear suits of armor? you think any zombie is gonna get their shitty rotting jaws through this?
I'm gonna rip and tear my way through the zombie apocalypse completely unharmed because none of the undead hoards will be able to get through my plate mail
Do yourselves a favour and read this. It’s really, really well written Demon!Dean.
Summary
Dean slips the bounds of the Bunker and leaves. He wasn’t lying when he told Sam he liked the disease. Betrayed by Crowley — hunted by his Brother — Dean hits the road. He doesn’t intend on getting caught again.
Tags
Dean POV, Demon!Dean, Season 10 divergent, fake identity, Lots of OCs, So many OCs, Migration, Farm Work, casual racism, attempted assault, Somewhat unreliable narrator, Dean is a few shades short of a good guy
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Excerpt :
The dungeon was the same temperature as the rest of the bunker, slightly humid but not cold. Sam hadn’t turned off the lights as he’d stormed off. He probably thought it was kindness.
Dean pulled at the ropes tying him to the chair, rubbing them back and forth against the frame. It gave him something to focus on other than the noises of the bunker at large that he’d never noticed as a mortal. Creaks and groans as it built subtle sounds in layers: wards fighting off detection spells, invocations of incuriosity on the few people that drove by. The strain of keeping him in.
The blood coursed through him, ice cold under his skin, until the Mark would flare and fight it off. It was a bit like being a chew toy contested over by two massive beasts: wet and unpleasant. He could see the shimmering quality of the devil’s trap’s boundaries. They became more translucent with each dose of the cure.
As an Australian I love the whole "Australia is a death trap full of vicious deadly animals" cultural myth. Every place has some deadly animals in it who will fuck you over if you don't understand them; we're not more dangerous than anywhere else. BUT we get to look badarse by existing when people pretend we are. No downsides.
fandom friendos who have long relied on Home of the Nutty for complete collections of screencaps from Supernatural:
per the letter on the site's homepage (the first link above), the site has finally grown too large for itself. if this is a resource you've never used before, just know it's been an essential part of my involvement with supernatural for well over a decade now. i use it frequently for reference purposes, since every episode is completely screencapped from beginning to end.
if you have used it, maybe go leave a comment in reply to the announcement. it's become too costly for them to maintain the vast collection of images they host, and intend to drastically reduce the number of shows and movies they keep archived. if keeping HotN (and keeping Supernatural on HotN) is important to you, please tell them now!
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Relationship: Dean/Castiel
Other Tags: AU - Jurassic Park Fusion; Dinosaurs; Yes The Dinosaurs Have Feathers; Genetic Engineering; One Night Stands; Reunions; Scientist Castiel; Smart Dean Winchester; Closeted Dean Winchester; Fluff and Humor
Summary:
Dean chuckles and pauses in his walk to lean against the edge of the walkway, stretching out his bad thigh. "Well, aren't you the brave little nugget," he tells her.
She tips her head at him. Most of the others have brown feathers scattered with a little cream or black, some mottled patterns showing through from the skin underneath. In the misty, dewy early morning, this one looks like she might have a hint of green in her plumage. She opens her mouth soundlessly in his direction, long tail flicking from side to side and making snake-trail patterns in the sand of the enclosure.
Even from up here, Dean can see the tiny curved daggers of her teeth. Her tongue is purple, which… okay, that is some weird shit.
"Uh huh," he says, grinning. "I get it, you're a scary murder chicken. I'm real lucky I'm all the way up here. Mmhmm."
"Dean," a voice says from behind him, breaking the stillness of the morning. "Are you conversing with a velociraptor?"