#Dean:[Verses]FreedomInDeath

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Dean tilted his head and smiled, shaking his head. "Oh hell no, no regrets whatsoever. I get to cook more, which I've actually always liked ..." He hummed and sat down on the bed, smiling. "That said, I have breakfast cooking so I can't stay too long or it's gonna be all burned so ... when you feel ready, you can join me, oooor ... I could bring it to you here? Breakfast on bed?" He smiled, ready to spoil the hell out of Indy.

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@indyflanery​​ asked: “hey, look at me. look at me. it’s not real.“  (because Indy has absolutely had to calm Dean down a few times) [X]

Dean was breathing quickly, his heart racing as he tried to figure out where he was. It took him a little longer than normal, but eventually it were Indy’s familiar eyes and voice that drew him back, causing him to slowly relax. Leaning against Indy, he took a few more moments to pull himself together before finally letting out a shaky breath. 

“Damn ... that was ... so real.” He muttered, frowning a little at the fact that he could still feel the heat from his nightmare on his skin.

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“Of course it is not as bad.” Dean mused, unable to help but raise an eyebrow at the other, shaking his head a little watched Indiana make his way towards the bathroom. He almost chuckled when he had to catch himself against the wall, but instead simply joined him and smiled. “Yes yes, of course you’re fine. But how about I let you lean on me nonetheless?” He mused, holding out his arm.

It didn’t matter if Indy would take it or not, he was not going to move away from his side until he knew that he was safely in the bathroom. Once there, he smiled and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “I better stick around don’t I? I can help you wash~” He suggested, chuckling softly as he walked over to the bath to turn on the faucet.

Indy smirked and gave a soft hum with the affectionate touch, grateful those small bits of contact were often more than enough to adequately convey their feelings. He knew neither of them were good at the small, everyday bits, but it was easy enough with Dean that no thought was required.

"As often as I like and as often as you need might coincide," he warned with a chuckle. "And you know very well I can stay standing for longer in worse shape. My 'condition' is not as bad as it could be."

Indy's amusement was faint before his smirk faltered when he wobbled as he turned toward the bathroom. A hand shot out to catch himself against the wall before he completely contradicted himself. "I'm fine," he blurted out, cheeks warming. "But maybe keep an eye on me. Just in case."

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@soulboundwinchester​ continued from [here].

The ride had taken him a few hours and honestly, Dean was exhausted. If things had gone normally, he would be in his sofa right now, probably texting Sam to check up on him rather than standing at his door, his hands trembling just a little as he tried to keep himself together. 

So when Sam opened the door, Dean went on instinct and stepped forward, pulling him into a hug. “Sammy ...” He let out a sigh of relief and closed his eyes for a moment, making the hug linger a little before slowly stepping back and smiling a little. “Sorry for just ... dropping in, I just ... I need your help.” 

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@jadedembers​ asked: 💕 (Dean) [X]

Dean had been working on making burgers, knowing they both liked them and that it was basically their go to food for cosy nights home and all that. The last thing he’d expected while his focus was on the burgers, was a hug. With a chuckle, he glanced back at her. “Hey there, ... food’s almost ready~”

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@innocencefaltered​ asked:  “ i like having you here at night.  ” (Dean) [x]

With a sleepy smile on his lips, he shifted and rubbed his eyes. “Well, ain’t that convenient then? Because ... I like having you here too at night.” He muttered, not quite able to explain just how much he liked it. After all he’d been through, after Hell, angels, demons and monsters dictating his life for so many years, it was refreshing to be ... home. To be free. 

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@paradiseturnedhell​

Dying was easy. He’d done it a billion times. Honestly, Dean had no ideas how many times he’d died in his life. Probably more than he remembered. But this, it was hopefully going to be the last time in a long long while. When he’d gotten hurt in their latest hunt, he’d been so close to giving up, it’d surprised even him that he hadn’t actually kicked the bucket right there and then. All in all the situation had given him a new perspective. A new view on things. A view that had lead to Dean Winchester dying, and being burned on a pyre as was tradition. 

Standing side by side with his brother, he’d watched himself burn. Or rather, one of the many vamps. It was symbolic really. Dean Winchester was gone and he’d never felt more free in his life. He’d remained there, in silence, for hours. Even after the pyre had finished burning.

Time for a new life. A new name, a new town. Far away from all the monsters.

Setting things up was easy enough, they were both skilled in such things. So making himself a new name and password had been a piece of cake. He’d ended up keeping his first name. But had chosen the last name of one of the people he’d lost along the way that had meant the world to him. Lafitte. Dean Lafitte. If seemed only fitting, seeing as he was technically killed by vampires. 

And then it’d really been just a matter of settling down. It was a nice and pleasant little town that he picked. And after using his skills as a fraud a last time, he got himself a small home and garage. It was time for a new kind of life, a peaceful one. Just hard labour and honest money from here on out. 

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verse drop for Dean

After the events of season 15, Dean Winchester dies. Or does he really? Because strangely, there seems to be a guy that popped up out of nowhere in a small town. Owning a garage and a small house, loving old music, burgers, girls and alcohol, and an expression that shows he’s seen far too much in his life. While he doesn’t drive an Impala and uses a different last name, he does look a lot like the hunter that was supposedly killed by vampires. But hey, who knows? Maybe this really isn’t him?

Post series verse where Dean fakes his own death and takes on the last name Lafitte, starting a garage and going for a so called “apple pie life” in Grand Lake, Colorado.

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@tobedisastrous​ liked for a starter.

Dean had dealt with his fair share of monsters, angels, demons and even gods. Hell, he had dealt with a trickster before, or rather, he’d thought he had until the day he found out it was actually Gabriel posing as one. Either way, he had seen his fair share of weird and had thought that after retiring to Grand Lake, he would be through with things. But he couldn’t be more wrong. 

Why the other had chosen to come to his new home town in particular, Dean wasn’t sure and he wasn’t even all too certain he wanted to know to begin with, but hey, he figured it could never hurt to ask right? So, leaning back, he eyed the other before him and took a deep breath. 

“So, ... you’re Loki, or ... you’re supposed to be Loki? Hm, y’know I’ve heard that story before and it turned out to be a lie so ... I really hope you’re not another angel in disguise and you’re here for any reason other than me because if not, then ... too bad, I’m retired.”

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@jadedembers​​ asked:  ❛ I don’t know how to do this without you. ❜ /dean & allie [X]

“Well, you don’t ... I’m here okay and I don’t plan on just walkin’ out.”

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@jadedembers​​ asked: ❝  i’m happier when you’re here.  ❞ (Allie for Dean) [X]

Dean smiled and pulled her closer. “Well, that’s fortunate, because so am I ...” He mused as he reached for her hand. “Which is why, I booked us a spot at a restaurant. Nothing too fancy, but uh yea ... figured we could use a nice night away from everything?”

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Dean knew that the moment Indy’s smile faded, he’d ruined the entire mood. No, he’d known it the moment the words had left his lips. He was insecure at times, fueled by doubt and fear of not being enough. It wasn’t rational, it didn’t make sense … Dean knew that it was just that. Irrational emotions build up inside him by a lifetime of messes. So when Indy drew him closer and kissed him, speaking of how he’d remind him daily if need be, the hunter felt himself smile, chuckling a little even.

“Hmm, maybe I won’t need it on a daily basis but … do feel free to do so whenever you feel like it, alright?” He mused, sighing a little at another soft kiss. “But you’re right, … you should sleep. It’s a small miracle you’ve been up and about on your feet this long in your condition.” Gently reaching out and touching his arm, he gave it a small squeeze.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and to bed.” He smiled, for a moment considering to simply swoop him up and carry him over to the bathroom to help him get washed up. But he supposed with the chance at a concussion, that wasn’t a good idea. “We’ll … have plenty of time for reassurances and stuff when you feel better, alright? I can handle myself for now.”

The smile slowly slipped from his face at how unsure the elder hunter sounded. In fact, it made him frown and his heart hurt a little bit. Guess they had something else they would need to work on if they were going to be all domestic and co-habitate.

He looped a hand over the back of Dean's neck and pulled him closer, brushing another kiss over his lips. "Of course you are. I don't just shack up with anyone, as you very well know. Am I going to have to remind you every day you wake up to me drooling on my pillow next to you? Because I will," Indy said with a teasing smirk.

He laughed softly and gave the hunter one more kiss before stepping away from him, rotating his stiffening shoulder, convienently ignoring the throbbing gash in his arm. "Right now, I want to get cleaned up and maybe crash for the night. I don't think I can do another night drinking on a possible concussion."

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[indyflanery]

Jinx it? He hardly felt like he was jinxing it. Because honestly, he knew they were going to manage pretty damn well. He believed that with pretty much all of his heart. People might say he was being cheesy maybe, but he loved Indy with all his heart. Either way, with a light smile on his lips, he simply shrugged a little.

Watching Indy as he checked himself a little, he smiled and shrugged a bit at his thanks. It was the least he could do right? If it weren't for hunting, he wouldn't have gotten hurt to begin with so. Dean had been about to say so when Indy leaned in and kissed him, causing him to smile.

His words however, startled him a little. "A ... good man?" He asked, a little uncertain. If there was one thing Dean often doubted and wondered about it was if he were good. He tried to be, fighting monsters and trying to keep people safe. But at the same time he'd literally been to Hell.

"A-... I- ..." He let out a soft sigh. "I ... uh ... thanks?" Damn this was weird. He wasn't all that confident when it came to that actually. "Sorry." He grinned a little awkwardly.

Indy jerked his head abruptly at not only a tender spot being soothed but also the hunter's wondering about what might happen between them. There was no way they could go back to being friends if it went ass end up. Not with the type of relationship they had. And the thought of things going wrong did uncomfortable things to his insides that he wasn't sure he liked or was overly willing enough to examine just yet. "Just fucking jinx it, why don't you?" he muttered under his breath.

Then Dean had to go talking about being a "scholar version of a hunter" and he couldn't help the faint smile that pulled at his lips. Indy was well aware the elder knew his shit. He was just having trouble picturing it being something he did day in and day out. But he would absolutely love to see it play out. They weren't really domestic in the conventional sense but it might be nice to see what it could be like.

Moving his bandaged arm and gingerly rotating his stiff neck, the archaeologist gave a sigh when he was finally patched up. "Thank you," he murmured. After a moment's hesitation, Indy leaned over and kissed Dean lightly. "You're a good man, Dean."

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"Well, I've been told that I can be pretty persuasive~" He hummed, a light grin on his lips as he nodded and continued to tend to the injuries. "And I mean, with all that we've been through, what's the worst that could happen if we try this out? It fails and we go back to what we're used to now."

Yes, Dean really was positive about this. He knew it was hard, every hunter had a hard time retiring, and it usually took a quite long time to actually get to that point and even then, retirement never really stuck. It wasn't like he didn't want to hunt ever again, but it wouldn't hurt him to cut back and do other things instead, things that weren't as likely to have him end up dead.

"I'm gonna start reaching out to others, say that I'm gonna slow down with the hunting and gather info instead y'know. Maybe live up to that whole Men of Letters thing that I come from apparently. We didn't know at first when we started hunting, but turned out my granddad was like ... a scholar version of a hunter so ... who knows right?" He mused as he finished, taking a deep breath. "There, all patched up."

The snort he let out at Dean's pondering hurt his head it was so abrupt. Somehow, giving someone a bar when they drank like the hunter did seemed like enabling. Not to mention, it would probably turn out like the Roadhouse Dean had mentioned during previous conversations. That had gotten burned down...

Then again, Indy had joined the elder Winchester on enough of his hunts that he was probably due fair trade for joining some of Indy's fieldwork.

He smiled at the other man's continued optimism. "You really make it hard to say 'no' when you're so eager about everything," Indy informed Dean. He tilted his head in encouragement to get the other man to finish fixing his injuries. "Guess we really have no choice but to give things a try."

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"Well, we'll handle the restlessness when it comes to it. I can find something else to do aside from it y'know, ... Bobby had his car salvage thing so ... I could ... I don't know, buy a bar?" He spoke, just thinking out loud when he mentioned the bar. Of course he knew that there was no way to get the hunt out of him, he wasn't planning to try either.

Smiling, he nodded and kissed his cheek. "Hey ... I know that ... I'll always be a hunter. But there's no harm in trying. And for all we know it works. I have actually dreamt about ... a more normal life from time to time and the only reason I never went for it because I didn't have a reason. Now ... now I do, you ... And I can always join you on your crazy adventures too to get a bit of thrill in my life too hm? You've helped me, maybe I can help you? We'll figure it out."

Perhaps he was being optimistic. Things in his life rarely ever went the way he hoped for it to go. But somehow, amidst all the chaos and demons and monsters, he had still managed to find Indy. His rock, his guiding star. Oh god, he loved this guy more than he could even explain, not that he was used to sharing how he felt. But with Indy, he didn't mind at all.

Indy stared at Dean, mind turning over the possibilities at his suggestion. He was being sincere, the younger knew that much. There was very little Dean could fool him on at this point, just because it was second nature at this point. They were too much alike and the elder Winchester meant too much to him.

"I don't doubt you could do that well," he soothed gently. "Until you get restless. And it's you, Dean. You're going to get restless. You don't even sit still when we're not on a job." Indy chuckled. "I know that's the pot calling the kettle black. But you're less suited for something other than being a hunter just as much as I am for being an archaeologist."

He reached for the other man's arm and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'm willing to try, but we need to be realistic about this. I don't want us fooling ourselves to think we're something we're not."

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Did you get a concussion ...

Somehow that made him smile as he shook his head. Chuckling lightly, he hummed a little. "I'm not joking, and I don't have a concussion, I mean sure I've hit my head a billion times already but my brain somehow seems to work just fine."

Taking a deep breath, he smiled softly. "Look, I won't be completely out. I've been considering it before ... Bobby, you never knew him but ... Bobby was a hunter on rest basically. Did some small things here and there, and other than that he provided info and like a cover for our fbi and cia stories and all that stuff. I could do that, right?"

Was he certain he could keep it up? Of course not. He'd been raised a hunter and had kept hunting throughout the strangest times in his life. But never had he actually been in love like he was with Indy. For Indy he would do this, he would willingly become the new Bobby. Only, his house was not gonna be surrounded by a ton of old cars.

He probably would understand if he knew the extent of people Dean had lost. Hell, the people he knew Dean had lost were significantly important enough to have an impression on his lover to badly affect him - he couldn't even begin to fathom how the number of people he lost would compound the problem.

Indy understood the hunter's life wasn't easy and the elder man had been brought up in it, so the idea that he was even suggesting a break was just...strange.

"Did you get a concussion that I wasn't aware of?" he questioned, turning slightly despite Dean trying to patch him up so he could lift the elder's eyelid to see if his pupils were equal. When Indy couldn't find any indication of a problem, he smiled at the hunter. "Are you serious? I mean, I'd be surprised if you could manage it, but I wouldn't hate it."