Dean Winchester

Dean Winchester ~ Veteran RPer. Canon / AU / Crossover - I ship where the hunt takes me. I hunt. I drink. I improvise. I've buried gods, ganked demons, been to hell & back. If you're looking for redemption take a number, if you're looking for trouble, hop in and try to keep up.

Second verse, same as the first…

This is the only statement I’ll be making

wasn't a trail left to follow, & eventually even I had to accept that wherever he'd gone, he wasn't coming home. Hunters disappeared. It happened. It sucked, but it happened. So why the hell was my father sitting in a locked room in the psychiatric ward of some county hospital?~

moving before I even realized it. I brushed past the orderly and into the room, forgetting I was here on official business. For years, Dad had been nothing more than another unsolved hunt. He'd left to track something on his own and never came back. I'd searched until there <

Forty bucks lighter, I was grumbling under my breath when he finally reached for the keys clipped to his belt. My attention drifted to the narrow window in the door, where I caught a glimpse of a silhouette sitting near the window. Then I caught the profile. My feet were <

hospital than the rest of the patients. The orderly didn't question it. He simply led me down another secured hallway before stopping outside a room near the end of the corridor. Instead of reaching for his keys, he held out his hand and cleared his throat. <

find out later there'd been something supernatural hiding beneath what everyone else dismissed as mental illness. I asked if I could speak with him, figuring it couldn't hurt. Maybe he'd seen the man in black. Maybe he was more sensitive to whatever was moving through the <

becomes agitated." Normally, I would've chalked it up to another sad case of someone whose mind had broken under the weight of something they couldn't process, but something about it nagged at me. Hunters learned to trust that feeling. Too many times I'd ignored it only to

explained. "Doesn't matter what you call him, he'll correct you. Answers every question like he's completely oriented. Group therapy, meals, doctor visits... doesn't matter. To him, he's Negan. We note any changes in his presentation and let his treatment team handle it if he <

different facilities after being found wandering alone with no ID, no family, and completely delusional. "He's convinced he's somebody named Negan. Has been for as long as I've worked here. Talks about an apocalypse, survivors, communities... all like it actually happened," he <

department was affected. Every story contradicted the last until one of the orderlies casually mentioned there was a long-term resident most people tended to avoid but might be worth talking to . According to him, the guy had been in the system for years, cycling through <

here, it hadn't been recently, but whatever she'd done hadn't entirely faded either. Most of the morning was spent talking to nurses, checking rooms where patients had died, and following every lead. Nothing added up. Even worse, the deaths were spreading, and now every

felt off. Not enough to set off the EMF, but enough to make the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Hospitals always carried a certain heaviness with them, but this felt different. It lingered in the air like the residue left behind after powerful magic. If a witch had been <

looking into, so while Sam dug through lore and tried to determine exactly what they might be dealing with, I headed to the hospital to see if I could catch whatever had decided to make the place its new stomping grounds. The moment I stepped through the front doors, something <

overnight, while others recovering from routine procedures or minor illnesses were dying without warning. Staff members swore they'd seen a man dressed in black wandering the halls before vanishing around corners that led nowhere. It sounded enough like a Reaper to warrant <

** Starter for @worshxpme ** ~When Bobby called, it sounded like a fairly routine hunt. A hospital a couple of counties over had become the center of a string of unexplained deaths and recoveries that didn't make much sense. Patients in the ICU were suddenly improving <

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