Dean Winchester

Excerpt from Dean's Journal

Report from the last time I updated this stupid journal: Owen Harper was taken from the hotel and returned with his memory wiped on all things Kaylee. It is the same Owen since he knows Cas and was handling his busted shoulder but jack about Kaylee. First clue was hitting on Kate Austin, who by the way has a smoke monster in her dimension that could possibly be a form of demon.

Ran into a vampire turned human courtesy of the hotel. His name is Spike and I will try not to find the humor in that. He is apparently dating the oldest of two sisters...some woman named Buffy Summers I think. She is according to what I heard a slayer which sounds like a form of hunter. Why she makes nice with a vampire is beyond me. Spike says he's gone vegan apparently like those vampires Sammy ran into after dad died.

Dawn Summers is living proof that the hotel has no fucking shame. She is fourteen. The place snatched a god damn kid. It is now even further up on my shit list, right behind Lucifer and Zachariah. I have every intention now to burn this place to the ground once I figure out how to get out of here with these people.

Jareth (the Goblin King apparently) is a practitioner.  I humored the guy the day I met him, but I think he became way to interested in the Impala. I think I will be adding regular sweeps of the garage now to my rounds...or move her around more often.

And just to make things even more peachy around here, I apparently SUCK at making nice with the aliens crawling all over this place. Ford and I haven't said five nice words to each other since we met and his cousin (who by the way is a two headed, three armed reject from a defunked Nickleback band) doesn't understand the difference between water and booze and it's effect on humans.

The only one I've come close to not smacking heads with is a Cardassian (check spelling?) named Gul Dukat. Apparently the Gul is a form of rank and from where he comes from, Earth is still around. Neither of us trust one another, which is probably a good thing because the guy carries a six inch long black knife up one sleeve and a ray gun. Which can vaporize car engines or knock you out cold, depending on what mood he's in.

Jack Harkness says: "Cardassians are alright once you get to know them"

Yeah fucking right, tell that to my ribs.

I'm starting a new page...a new tenant left a dead body on the front steps this morning. Going to need to get out the tacks and start working this case. Also, hotel blessed me with a hallucination. I nearly killed Dukat thinking he was a Wendigo (which isnt's a stretch now that I think about it. The guy looks like a human lizard and kinda comes off as a domesticated version of a Wendigo.) He didn't burst into flames when I shot him with the flare gun.

He thought I was some guy named Sisko. Don't know who the hell that is. Wonder if I look like him.

Ribs are bruised. Looks like I'm not playing naked rugby, thank god.

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Ray guns suck.

Excerpt from Dean's Journal

Dear Diary

Just when I think this place couldn't get weirder, it does.

After the blackout, my busted EMF, and the like....I finally ran into someone who had know the original me that apparently was here about a year or so ago. It was me, fresh out of Hell. Nice girl name Kaylee Frye. I apparently went missing like all those people in the blackout, but this might have been a casual thing...the blackout from what I understand was abnormal for making off with so many people.

All their stuff was gone from their rooms.

Cas and I found their stuff in the attic.

I want to go back up there and look again but that place is giving Cas the creeps. Gonna have to find someone else who is more incline to investigate these things and watch our collective backs. I might ask Anna about it.

Except from Dean's Journal

For the 3rd time in as many days, someone in this god damn Hotel says they've seen me here before. Or that they know me.

What the hell?

Excerpt from Dean's Journal

Tried to escape the hotel and failed with Cas and Anna. I went back the way we came and ended up coming right back to the damn thing. When we got back though, there were no lights on in the damn place.

Turns out the place lost power and the residents were wondering the halls. Didn't impress those we ran into by carrying around a shotgun, but hey, I do not aim to please when I'm stuck in a place that's got a mind of it's own. God I hate straights. They know jack shit about the supernatural. Going to have to be a little more low key.

My EMF blew up when the lights came on though. I didn't even realize I had it on from the tour I took with Cas and Veronica Mars. Mars is a nice girl, only person next to Cas's doctor I haven't pissed off so far. The damn thing just fried right there in my pocket. The shirt looks like hell and the old walkman/emf looks like a piece of burnt toast. It's completely fried.

I ran back to the room and kicked on Sam's. It didn't blow, but it didn't pick up anything. I checked the room again were the first one went and couldn't find anything that set it off.

The timing with the lights kicking back on was too perfect though.

I messaged Kurt and Jason about doing a head count of the hotel, just to be sure. When they didn't answer and I couldn't find them in the public areas, I pounded on Jason's door before just picking the damn lock. He's gone. So is Kurt. There is nothing in their rooms. I've messaged the whole hotel looking for any other disappearances and locating the other monitors. I don't know how well they keep in touch with each other, but I don't know any of them besides Kurt and Jason.

Gonna have to keep an eye on Cas and Anna. I don't want them to vanish either unless I'm with them

Excerpt from Dean's Journal:

This Hotel apparently zaps the supernatural out of stuff. Which, in my personally opinion, isn't so bad...but when you've gotta argue the finer points of sleeping to an angel turned human...it can be a real bitch. Cas isn't sleeping and apparently it is linked to the fact he either doesn't like being oblivious to the world or he has some really twisted nightmares.

I can relate. And yeah, I wish I didn't have to sleep either. If I had a good solution, I'd give it to the poor bastard, but I don't. I only get four hours a night because I wake up before I can go into REM. And when I do try to actually sleep, it's not without attempting to drink a whole bottle of Jack in the process.

But I can't offer him booze and the handful of sleeping pills stashed in the medical kit. I can't give him some heavy duty painkillers for his shoulder either (because it looks like someone in this hotel is a doctor and has probably already given Cas something. I gotta find this guy and talk to him about dosing Cas with anything.) And while I may shove a beer in his face for the occasional laugh and to get the guy to lighten up, making an angel a borderline alcoholic like me is the last thing I want to do. I don't want to give him anything thing he could end up addicted to.

Its bad enough...that people have died for me already...I'm not going to turn into that son of bitch I saw in 2014...and I'm not going to let Cas destroy himself in his new found humanity either.

...

I found my car. I've unloaded all the weapons I could carry and stashed the hunting stuff under the bed.

(ooc: I like keeping a regular blog for characters...so I'm keeping mine as a record of Dean's thoughts and singular events while in the hotel -anything that happens in his room when he is alone and not in the presence of others or planning to. That will all be in the main RPG rooms-)

Following Dean's Arrival at the Hotel

Dean found the room easy enough. He stepped onto the 3rd floor, wary of the stairs as he had been told by Cordelia that they moved. His room was right there when he reached the landing and he stood in the hallway, taking in the sights and the sounds before putting his key in the door and stepping inside.

It was indeed a double room. And it was very creepy that who ever owned the hotel had known Dean would have asked for one.

And it looked as if the people of the hotel expected his brother to be along shortly.

It was unsettling to be standing there, looking at the two queen sized beds, the one closest to the door stacked with a change of clothes that was from his own bag of laundry and various items that had come from his car. A canister of salt, a jug of holy water with the rosary still in it. His favorite bowie knife, the one he slept with under his pillow at night, was laying on the bedspread in it's leather sheath. His laptop was there as well, even though it was apparent the hotel supplied one on the office desk near one of the windows.

He closed the door behind him and licked his lips in consideration. This was not sitting right with him. Not at all.

Dean reached to the closet door and opened it, startled to find his other jacket hanging up inside and one of his duffel bags neatly folded on the shelf above it.

"Oh you assholes." He muttered, snatching the duffle down. He was probably going to need it once he found out where on earth they had taken his car. The hunter flung it at the bed and it landed on the pile of belongings while he checked his phone again for a signal. He sighed when it read No Service once more, and shook his head.

"I'm trapped in a hotel that shouldn't exist." Dean said in disbelief, tossing his phone down amid his stuff.

He turned his attention to the computer at the desk, opened it up and clicked on the browser to the internet. It failed to connect.

Dean tried not to growl as he attempted to log online again. He pulled up a chair and stared at the computer again, checking all the programs before he found one that was some sort of internet messaging service. At first glance he thought for a moment he had found a means to the outside world. But instead it appeared to be a communications system between people of the hotel itself. A local network.

Disgusted that his searching had turned up nothing useful, Dean shoved the computer away from him and sat back in his chair, his teeth grinding as he tried to think.

This hotel can't exist. It's a fictional place in a song. In a god damn song! Dean thought. It looks like something the angels would do...but to a whole punch of people? Maybe...maybe its a Trickster.

Dean reached up to his face and rubbed at his eyes. "I need a beer." He muttered, staring at the neglected computer for a moment and reading some of the public announcements. He pulled the machine forward again and started scrolling through the logs.

Hours later, he finally decided to make himself known to the residents of the hotel.

This is Dean. Leave a message.

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