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Personality:
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Dean is a hard one to decipher because he’s so fluently changing all of the time. One moment he may appear to you as completely approachable and friendly and at another time he might radiate the need to be left alone. A lot of that has to do with the fact that he’s rapidly adapting to the environment and situations that he’s being placed in, the rest is more focused toward the reality that he never really had the experience of socially adjusting anywhere. Dean was always on the move and he didn’t believe in long term friendships and bonds that extended past family until he was almost twenty-nine. He’s not an enigma he’s just gotten used to being the “foggy” guy in the room and he's never gone out of his way to change that. It’s still questionable as to whether he’s unsure of himself and where he in fact lies in all of this, if it’s his more definitive personality, or, what he’d like himself to be. Dean doesn’t keep to one standardized image and tends to vary between his personality flaws and habits.

The man is stubborn and biased when it comes to his own belief systems, he prefers to think that his opinions and his assumptions are resolute simply because he’s had to rely on only himself for so very long. It’s not an issue of elitism, he just knows his ideas and evaluations to be true in 90% of the situations that he’s faced. It doesn’t mean he’ll immediately cast aside an offering of ideas or leads but he’s one to always want and have the final say in expressing and acting upon them. This mule headed tactic is often involved in his social connections and family relations as well. Dean doesn’t like to surrender himself in an argument and won’t bend to anyone’s will. History has proven the only two to successfully get him to put aside his idea of the way things should be are his brother and his father, and even that wasn't without a struggle. Dean isn't fond of peer pressure or others swaying him into doing what they think is more preferable and has even gone so far as to do the exact opposite of their wishes if he doesn’t agree with it. His views on himself and the supernatural world (vampires, werewolves, ghosts, demons, and angels) are treated very much the same. It's not without heavy evidence supporting another theory or standpoint that he'll relinquish his opinionated high ground.

Always the prideful creature, whether it comes to just his ideals or people that he respects he can’t see wrong in feeling the way he does about them. Dean behaves like he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread; he carries that ego in his posture as well as in the bridge of his shoulders and is so open about it that it's become very evident. He’s no stranger to what he’s done for everyone and everything and even though the aftermath has dropped this pig headedness down a great degree, it’s still there and true. He's learned to value himself as a person despite the scorn that he has for his mistakes and with people like Sam and Castiel feeding into his ego when he’s doing things right and taking steps in the correct direction the attitude has never really died.

The hunter has a knack for making a crude comment or sardonic joke in the midst of a tense or emotionally stressful situation. While some might contribute this to immaturity in many ways it’s a coping mechanism. Dean doesn’t have time to take every heavy psychological blow that’s thrown at him and instead of allowing it he’ll turn it into a joke to make it easier for himself to deal with. He does this fairly often, despite circumstance, and it’s gotten to be a regular part of his personality.

It's not obvious at all or ever admitted but Dean’s very insecure, not just about himself, and not about anything physical… but more so emotionally. His time in hell showed him just how liable he was to snap, that he wasn’t made of stone and cement and that he could be broken. The mistakes that followed were like below the belt hits and he carried those feelings with him for a very long time, buried inside and not mentioned until the finality of everything finally started to make the walls that he’d set up crumble. His time there showed him that he too could snap under pressure and be made into something monstrous (like the things he hunts) and it haunts him, the failure there reminds him of the horrible things he is capable of as much as he never brings them up or admits to it. He’s attempted to mentally separate himself from that side of who he is but he knows that it’s still there and it’s still a plausible piece of him and that realization hurts.

Outwardly, he may appear almost vainglorious in his reactions to people and things. Inwardly, this certainly isn’t the case. Dean is genuine in what he does and says despite the fact that he tries to shroud this part of himself away. It's with cocky superiority and incandescent sarcasm that he keeps the real struggle with who he is, and his trials and tribulations well hidden. He's always been good about keeping himself calm in the face of danger or distress and is very used to facing impending doom and severe situations. Throughout his experience with them he’s learned indefinitely to treat them with a placid recognition. He’s calm, smooth talking, deliberate in everything that he does in these circumstances and in many ways it helps him carry on through them. He doesn’t lose his head as easily and he’s better about accepting the ammunition that’s thrown at him when he’s involved in them. On that same note, Dean can’t be shot down when it comes to being involved in such an issue or situation. He’s head strong, strong willed, and determined. He can’t be diverted from what he’s doing and he won’t stop with it until he’s reached his goals and the priorities he had for what he’s dealing with. It takes death or near death to coerce Dean away from something he’s actively participating in or fighting. He’ll carry out an order or a task until it’s completely finished. He's never liked leaving things hanging and this is only supported by the fact that he’s never left a case at home open ended and always treks trough it until he’s completely finished, no matter how much the circumstances might bother him.

Regardless of how he feels about himself, or about something that he’s involved in, Dean is heroic and altruistic. He’ll put his life on the line to ensure the safety of another person or that they’re freed from whatever is tying them down. He spends hours of his time looking into the things that he’s facing and working against so that he has a better chance of defeating it and saving the people that are involved. You could say the hunter is more cunning than he lets on, that he plays his stupid and arrogant jock routine to divert people away from the fact, but the things supporting this lack of intellect are usually replaced by the excess of street smarts and survival skills that he has in spades. While Dean certainly isn't well versed in book learning and has no college degree he's ahead of most when it comes to simply living and brilliant in his line of work.

Dean at the utmost doesn’t want any casualties, each loss is like a heavy emotional blow to him and he has problems handling that. He’s driven, he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure the situation goes as planned and that his goals and priorities (which are mostly saving everyone that he can) are attained. Dean’s seen and lost a lot in his life and he goes out of his way to make sure that he doesn’t have to add to the body count or the list of failures that he’s had to endure. Despite his thick skin and his ability to carry on through situations that would put most people in a straight jacket, somewhere inside of Dean lies self-doubt, a mass of insecurity, and resentment toward his own choices. Because he’s always burying how he’s feeling the emotional lapses that show this part of him happen in violent bursts. He covets and he scorns for his own needs and he’s human despite the magnificent façade. Inside of him there’s an internal war, and there always had been, even as he was in the midst of a more tangible battle. Dean hardly lets this piece of him win him over and it’s often only when something very traumatic has happened that people see this sensitivity and mournful acceptance of who he is and who he’s become. It takes quite a bit of prodding and analyzing to notice that the stern soldier isn’t what he often pretends to be, or that there’s more layers to him than just the tough jock with a sense of humor that he wants everyone else to see. He’s multifaceted and capable of being just as insecure as he is flamboyantly confident.

It’s not easy to say whether or not Dean is who he claims to be, who he is internally, or everything therein. He’s adaptable, above anything, and changes with circumstance. He’s the kind of man you meet four years prior at the worst of his luck and then see again another three later on top of his game. There are pieces of Dean that are overall too simple to fit under the definition of ambiguous, though it's one that comes to mind more often than not, especially in the company of normal people. He's mysterious, he's intriguing, and he's hard to read. Dean is an ever changing Labyrinth of cryptic personality traits and emotional responses. The composure that he displays is never exact.

In his 34 years of life he's been through a lot, seen a lot, and witnessed a lot of things a normal person wouldn't be able to tolerate without serious mental backlash. He's learned to remain stoic in harsh environments and situations and keep a tight jaw and focus on the matter at hand. In his experiences and history it's this that's kept him the most resolute as a person, without the addition of his social confidants, teammates, and family. Dean is goal oriented and in serious situations even organized (despite not being that way in leisurely matters) he knows how to work a plan and his instinct and intuition are sparkling examples of his ability to remain level headed and remove himself from other people's opinions should a circumstance go down the wrong road. He approaches everything with an almost careful calm, he's attentive to change, and he wants to learn despite his coming off as being more involved in himself and his own needs.

Brought up in a strict militant lifestyle Dean always played the part of a good little soldier to his father's directions. With the training and expectations John Winchester held for his two sons Dean was blessed with a knowledge of most beings of supernatural origin and the innate talent to wield most weaponry. In his years of experience both with John and without he built up a huge tolerance to pain, able to withstand more than an average person, and magnificent bodily endurance. To cope with what he was seeing as a child, and what he had to deal with as a young adult, Dean resides himself to a Rambo like appeal in the midst of hunts and bad circumstance and has learned to shroud himself from the things that might tamper with what he has to do or get done in the relative here and now.

Dean, while speaking English primarily is also educated in both old scripture-based Latin and Enochian. It's nowhere near his most amicable strength and at times he's liable to not enunciate correctly and therefore skew whatever incantation, spell, or chant he's doing... but it is a knowledge that he has attained and knows how to use himself. Enochian, being more represented by symbols than the actual language itself.

Physically Dean has shown weakness to emotional situations and the memories of his past. He doesn't sleep well, most always having nightmares and it makes him irritable, angry, and promises the inevitable mistake. He's terrified of planes and plane rides. While it doesn't state in canon beyond "planes" that he's afraid of heights it's obviously tied into not having control of the situation or lack of control in what he's venturing into, a problem most people experience with roller coasters and sky diving- utilities for enjoyment. Dean has a small equivalent to a Jerry Maguire complex. Despite his isolative and closed off nature Dean cannot be alone. He needs to have the companionship of someone, anyone, or he'll fall into self destructive and self sabotaging tendencies- also of which is a large fault of his.

As said above, Dean is heavily repressed, and while it may serve him in harder situations this is also a flaw because he's seized himself emotionally to such an extent that he can't show his true colors in the appropriate situations and buries everything to a degree that's so overwhelming, that when he's at a breaking point or facing anything that opens him up to sensitive scrutiny, he snaps. He breaks and he falls into either fits of volatile rage or horrible agonizing bouts of depression.

A tangible and living shortcoming of his would be his family, Sam, most importantly. The brothers raised each other while John paid them negligence in his attempt to vindicate their mother, Mary. Sam is the person he's closest to and dependent on to as mentioned many times in canon, unhealthy psychological and emotional levels. He values Bobby Singer (a social contact that became a lot like a surrogate father to him) to a much lesser but still very visible extent, and he handles him differently. The same could be said for the Harvelles and his friend and savior, Castiel.

Beyond this, Dean has a very visible crutch-type attachment to alcohol and food. He's indulgent and gluttonous with both of them. Obviously, for different reasons. He uses liquor as a coping mechanism and food of any kind (call him a food enthusiast) as an emotional pick-me-up. He's also very well attached to his play boys, using sex and foreplay as instant gratification between jobs and a way to feel good despite the heinous battle he's fighting in whatever circumstance he's forced to face. It's a way to feel connected to someone without the emotional baggage in his mind. .


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History:
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On January 24, 1979, John and Mary Winchester welcomed their first son into the world. Dean had a normal first four years of life, not without its glaring imperfections, but generally speaking, it wasn't strange or as full of the twist and turns that would come later in life. In 1983, Dean switched from only child status, to an older brother when Sam was born. Six months later, there would be a thick line drawn between a normal life that he wouldn't be able to recall that vividly, to one that didn't even linger close to normalcy. Dean doesn't remember much from the night of the fire, only the sounds and the heat radiating from the nursery before Sam was put into his arms and he was given the direction to run. The rest of the night is more or less a blur; only being four, as is a lot of his memory from that time period. His mother didn’t survive and her consequent death led to life changing significantly. Seeking vengeance, his father became a hunter to kill the thing that had taken their mother’s life.

It wouldn’t be too long before his hometown of Lawrence, Kansas was left behind and a normal house would turn into a string of new towns and motels. It was, at first, perplexing and the whole circumstance was enough to toss anyone, especially a kid. But more than ever, he had to watch out for his little brother. It was a strong protective instinct that seemed to be ignited on the night of the fire and didn’t die down. He was around five or six when he finally started to be taught about the world and about monsters that weren’t fictional, but very, very real. The truth made him grow up quickly, with a mind to protect his little brother. Through his childhood, it was almost like he learned about two separate worlds. In grade school, there were normal academic lessons that every kid learns, and at home, there was knowledge about monsters, weapons and hunting. Personally, he liked learning how to shoot and how to kill monsters more. Those weren’t the only things he had in front of him, however. His father was a hunter, and while he was gone, it was his job to take care of Sam—and he did. Although only four years older than him, he took on a sort of paternal role, taking care of and making sure he was all right. Protecting him was his most important job.

When it came to his dad, Dean had looked up to him from the start. He idolized and thought of him as a hero, and a man that knew what he was doing. In a manner of speaking, he grew up more as a little soldier and followed everything his father said, because in doing so, everyone survived. He didn’t think about questioning him. He watched as Sam did though, often leading to volatile arguments. As a team, the three of them could all but take down anything that stood in their way. Whatever got the job done was important. In high school, he steered clear of friendships.

He developed and perfected the constantly new bad boy. Scholastic achievement didn’t matter to him. When his breaks were being spent taking out monsters and saving people, things like dating and getting good grades sounded trifle and they weren’t going to help him in the long run. While he went on a few dates, and had a few girlfriends (flings with a title), he didn’t attach to them. He dropped out in his senior year, because trying to graduate would be difficult enough and he didn’t really need it. He was never of a lower intelligence; that had nothing to do with it. High school didn’t matter to him. He got his GED abruptly after dropping out and that was the end of it. He never had any intention to further his education or to think about it again. And honestly, in his opinion, life got better after high school. Although he embraced the hunting lifestyle early, realising that he was never going to have the same worries as ‘normal’ people, it wasn’t the same for his younger brother. And that difference created a rift in the family dynamic.

It was Sam’s decision to leave for college that spurred yet another fight and Sam’s quick departure. His first instinct after Sam left was anger and he still holds onto some of that, even though a part of him was glad that he lived the life that he wanted to. He was twisted on the subject, but felt mostly betrayed. He walked out on the family and consequently on him. There was little contact during that time and Dean continued to hunt alongside of his dad until he started to branch out on jobs of his own while John took on his solo hunts. He kept close contact with him, communicating back and forth when they were on separate missions.

It wasn’t until John ceased contact completely that Dean became worried. Certain that something was wrong, he showed up at Sam’s place, requesting his help after John’s disappearance. He wasn’t sure that he could do it alone and albeit resistant, Sam eventually agreed to join him for the weekend. At the end of the weekend, however, Sam reminded him that it wasn’t his life anymore and was ready to go back to the normal life he had built for himself. The two could have made one hell of a team; that was blatantly obvious. But, Dean couldn’t stop him from going back.

And if he could, he wouldn’t have chosen the chain of events that put Sam back in the car with him. When Sam’s girlfriend Jess was killed the same way as their mother, he rejoined him on the road and the two continued their search for their dad, killing every nasty they could along the way. Admittedly, it wasn’t too bad getting reacquainted with his brother, but his focus was on finding their dad and keeping Sam safe on the way. He might have had a little fun in the meantime, painting the town red and killing whatever evil thing he could get his hands on. After one of his brother's visions, the two were drawn back to Lawrence, to the house where it all started. Afterwards, when cases started to pop up all over the place in town, the decision was made to stay. It couldn't just be left in that state. THEN THE STORY BEGINS... Ever since that day he has been on the road doing what he does best with his brother, in his famous words..saving people.hunting things..the family business.



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Roleplay Sample:
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The days that had passed had been something Dean would not remember, flashes and images of faces and not being able to bring a name to them. Had been on a drinking binge and lost a few days? Perhaps it wouldn't have been the first time and anyone who knew him would believe that. At least that was what he wanted them to believe, He wouldnt go on a limb and have it that he died or anythng. Winchesters had a bad habit of not staying dead even when it was assured to them. They sold their souls, made bargains and paid the price.

Death had come calling but the son of a bitch seemed to like them a little too much. To this day he had no idea why. What had been so damn special about two boys from Kansas? There had been tons of people who deserved to live. If he could make a deal and stay dead he would have done it the second the opportunity came but no. Fate was a little too keen on him too. Even right now, when he should have been dead at the hands of Klaus he wasn't. Why? because Klaus found him amusing? Big deal.

The trail he had left for Sam had grown cold and to his liking. He didn't need his brother wondering where he was, assuming he was still in the grips of the Immortal Mikaelson would have no doubt bought him some well deserved time. He had gotten so tired of it all. Women torturing him, his brother depending on him, he depending on Sam. Endless cycle of selfish needs that he couldn't feel better about walking away from.

He had spent over 30 years in it and ever since he came to the edge of town to forget he had gotten everything he had wanted. Space, freedom, a good nights sleep. It could only get better from here. Right now the world was at his feet and it had no idea what was coming. He had no intention of letting it rest. With his mind and heart at ease he found a new purpose, to cleanse the world of the problems that gave him this horrible life in the first place. He was going to take out his anger on everything that had ever hurt him, starting with this building.

His Impala rumbled as it pulled up to a small bar, which had been connected to a cheap motel called the Skyline. He wondered if anyone actually saw the skyline when they weren't banging out their sorrows, or passing out here. He walked in, the jukebox playing ACDC thunderstruck. Great song. He did what he usually did, he went to the bar ordered a drink and shot some pool. Made some cash and even picked up a couple girls, the hours dragged on more drinking, more dancing and more lies spewed out of his mouth about how beautiful these women were and how he was never going to forget them. How he would call the next day because no one could ever compare. He in fact was going to prove it to them as they lead him out into the back alley. One kissing his neck the other touching his body, her hands roaming where they pleased.

The one thing he didn't lie about however was how different they were from other girls, this was true. They weren't normal girls. He in fact had been watching from a distance for days, the moment he mentioned that to them caused their eyes to open big in wonder. They had the false sense of hope that he had always intended on giving them. He told them they were special and he was going to show them how special they were as he sunk his purgatory blade into ones chest and sliced the other ones head clean off.

Disgusting vampires. Preying on the stupid men, which the more he thought about was a smart move and these guys no doubt had it coming. "Huh.. son of a bitch sorry ladies" Strolling off into the parking lot, everyone too drunk or stoned to even notice the gigantic blade he was wielding. A smirk on his face as he heard the scream that erupted. Someone must have went out for a smoke and saw the mess. "That's my cue..lets go baby" He then fired up the only woman that was good in his life and headed out, so many to kill so little time..

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