"Sammy, Sammy, calm down, damn it!" Dean shouted into the cell phone. Dean was stuck in a seedy hotel room and was woken up from a deep sleep by the incessant ringing of his cell phone. Finally, he picked it up to a panicked Sam Winchester on the other line.
"Okay, Dude, go slow. What happened?" Dean listened for a few minutes, the words yellow eyed demon, Ava and in Poughkeepsie, NY was what he had latched onto. Dean and Sam had been working a job in Kingston, NY. It all revolved around them attempting to track down Intel concerning the headless Horseman. Things had not really happened anywhere near where they were presently, but some kids had gone missing while on a trip to Sleepy Hollow and Dean and Sam went to investigate. The boys were geared up head out in the morning. It was 3:30 am when Dean had gotten the frantic call. Obviously, something woke Sammy up and so he left Dean sleeping, off to investigate on his own, until he needed his big brother, that is, so after Sammy had gone off and left Dean alone, and car-less in Kingston, Sam decided he suddenly needed the lug.
"All right, lissen, Sam, SAMMY! Lissen'. Did you take the car or did you steal one?" Dean's jaw was clenching and un-clenching furiously at this point.
"You stole one, all right, all right. I am on my way. I will be there in a half an hour. Don'tcho move. Hear me! Don't! This could be a trap and I am gunna help you find her, just don't you move."
Dean clicked his cell shut, cursed loudly to himself, pulled on jeans, washed his face, brushed his teeth and then went to the head desk. Paying for another week in the crappy hotel, forking over the money to the guy at the head desk with a mirthless chuckle. Then he was jumping into his baby, the Impala, Dad's journal in hand, among other things, and now headed for Poughkeepsie with a jaw cracking yawn, and a few well placed curse words. Metallica was turned up as high as he could manage it, knowing that stopping for some coffee was not a luxury he could afford at the moment, Dean started to slam his hand against the steering wheel, singing at the top of his lungs, muttering, "I'm comin' Sam, just hang the fuck on!"
Character's Name - Dean Winchester.
Character's Fandom - Supernatural
Gender - Male
Age - (apparent and actual) 26/26
Sexuality - Heterosexual
Species - Human
Abilities and powers - He and his brethren are hunters of the Supernatural. Armed with their father's journal, knowledge of the supernatural, Para military training also from their father, who had also been a hunter, as well as, a US Marine. They had been living on the fringe of society since Dean was 4 and the yellow eyed demon killed their mother. Dean and Sam both know outdoor survival skills, Latin, as well as all manner of religious applications, like exorcisms, and the like, archery, shooting all manner of guns, they are very good researchers, have many connections to other hunters, Dean and Sam learn a lot as they go along, fighting dirty is their way of fighting most of the time, they can pick locks, disarm alarms, break into houses, and pretend to be almost any type of official, from FBI Agent, Homeland Security, Reporters, Doctors, Nurses, Orderlies, Police Officers, among other things. Whatever they need to be at that time, and they usually use the names of famous musicians as their identities.
Would you like a roommate? - My brother, it's a given. If not, then I don't want any weepy, emo, chick flick watching boneheads.
AIM - (optional)
When will you die? - I will never die, I hope. If I do I will go down fighting to save my brother Sammy, and as soon as I die, I will march into hell and kill as many of those bastards as I can take out. Plus, I have already died twice and almost a third time. I am sort of like a coca roach, in which I am hard to kill. Sometimes, I think it will be in seven days.