you just know that we went there. a lot of roleplays don't, but we totally did.
dean winchester is dead. doornail, dodo, dinosaur; dead. he's gone, ripped from the lives of hunters, demons and civilians alike by claws well and truly sent from hell. he's been dragged away, leaving what little family he has left grieving and broken, and sending some into negative spirals.
so he's gone. how does that effect you? well, he's gone, but not forgotten. he's still around, in a way. in hell, screaming. dreaming. sharing nightmares with those who need to be scared, who the demons believe deserve it. he's hurting, and so are a lot of others. are you one of them, or are you one of the happy ones, black eyes shining as you wait for the day when you can get sammy too? whoever you are, you can be sure that without dean, the world is a much less safe place. but when was it ever safe, right?
