1,2 he's coming for you -open-

[bobbiwinchester]

Alright so home for Christmas had turned into staying for New Years and now her Grandfather had guilted her into helping him with an event for the auction house. It was weird... coming home from being used to living out of her duffel back and washing blood out of her clothes at whatever dingy laundromat was in town to this.... the highlife of being a 'Blake'.

She was on her way back from picking up her dress which she was all to annoyed with. It was probably the brightest thing she'd ever seen which was fine for people who wanted to stand out but she'd been entirely planning on blending into the background...that was the last time she trusted her mother to pick something out for her.

She blinked suddenly turning her eyes to the side of the road... hadn't she already driven past that house....twice? Turning her attentions back to the road she saw someone standing there and she screamed slamming on her breaks and looked up against she saw they were gone.... she was shaking....she could feel herself literally shaking, her heart pounding in her chest her breathing shallow. Where had they gone?

There had definitely been someone right there, right in the middle of the road. "What the hell Bobbi" she whispered to herself. Leaning back in the seat of the car her eyes caught a reflection in her rear view mirror ...something inexplicable. Before she could scream again her mouth was covered and what felt like several knives were cutting deeply across her collar bone. She fought the hold but she couldn't each movement cause the cuts to deepen and more pain raged through her.

Suddenly another car smashed directly into the back of hers and her car jerked forward her head smacking into the steering wheel before her and the feeling was suddenly gone... the car was empty save for herself. Lifting her hand to her forehead she could feel the blood trickling down from her head. She winced suddenly with pain, but not from her head...this was from somewhere else.

Slowly lifting her left hand to her right shoulder she pulled it away to find she was bleeding.... and lifting to reposition to rear view mirror she saw in horror four distinctive slices right across her collar bone. She was frozen... maybe the adrenaline was wearing off or maybe, for once in her life Bobbi Winchester was terrified, for someone had just happened that she couldn't explain. Suddenly there were other voices talking to her, they sounded so far away...or maybe she just didn't want to listen.

[JOHN ATTICUS WINCHESTER JR]

Ω J.J. Winchester



Fight for all YOU know

When your BACKS against the wall

Stand AGAINST the liars


J.J. Winchester had been sitting in his room, all the way in Cicero, Indiana, which for the record was about 771 miles away from Albany, New York. Of course, he didn’t know of anybody in Albany though, he never even thought about a place such as New York. J.J. was tied up with other things. One was his early acceptance letter from Stanford. It was official; he was a free bird as far as he was concerned and could escape the house forever now. Two, he needed to find out if Elena had gotten in as well. And three, well, his sister was dead. His parents took the news a little rough, okay, maybe that is the understatement of the year, for his mother at least. As for the teenager himself, he was rather unsure of what to think. His first initial reaction was shock, like the rest of his family, but after five minutes, there was nothing. Something didn’t seem right, and it wasn’t the fact that his sister was dead. Stifling a yawn, he pulled up the article again on his laptop, glancing at the time. Still early in the day and he was already thinking about sleep, ‘No,’ he thought to himself, grabbing for the nearest can of red bull as he started to glance over the article again.

But time didn’t even give him a chance. A car crash. The noise startled him; flashbacks to his own with Tori flooded him for a second as the red bull fell to the floor when he flinched. J.J. shook his head, “Snap out of it,” he muttered to himself, but it sounded like it had come from outside. Cerulean eyes glanced to the clock now, not a minute had gone by. A frown rested on his lips, before he got up and headed down the stairs. Pausing at the front door, he threw on his Vans before standing there, and staring down at the door knob. Nothing was wrong. Nothing was up. Grasping hold of it, he pulled it open now and stepped outside. Cerulean eyes fell on the cars, and for a moment, it looked like there was no one in them. His skin started to get goose bumps now, and J.J. could feel his usual nerves of steel go on edge, “No, no, no, no,” he muttered as fog swirled in, “I’m not asleep,” and with that, he turned around towards his house. Only it wasn’t there. His heart sank for a brief a moment before the panic began to built back up again, “There is no way I’m fucking dying before graduating and getting to college.”

However, it might be good if he actually figured out where he was supposed to be. It was weird, not being in his house, or in a car, but even more importantly, J.J. was quite certain now that he wasn’t even in Indiana, not for this dream world at least. This looked nothing like his state, and it didn’t feel like it either. For a moment, J.J. had nearly forgotten about the cars until he swore that he heard something. Turning around quickly, he glanced around uncertainly. He hated this, being the prey. Now he knew how a rabbit or a deer felt, or the things that his family chose to hunt. Nothing happened though, and as his gaze honed in on the cars, he noticed the first one actually had a person in it. A normal looking person. J.J. stood there, a little dumbfounded for a moment, there was certainly a first for everything. After a moment a shock, he wandered over towards the car. There was a girl inside, probably his age or a year older. But he did nothing more than frown, why was everything changing now? Balling his hand up into a fist, he pounded on the window before back up away from the door, “Hey,” was the only word he offered he offered for a moment, “Where are we?”


STRONGER then before

When your LIFE become a war

SET THE WORLD on fire...Ω

NOTES: | 3, 4, shut the door|
OUTFIT: | Purple and white fitted hoodie, Black shirt with rabid cartoon tiger with crown and 'king for the day' in script, highly damaged grey straight leg jeans, white studded leather belt, checkered high top Vans |
MUSIC: |Set The World On Fire - Black Veil Brides|
TAGS: | Bobbi Winchester|

[bobbiwinchester]

Bobbi's knuckles had turned white with her grip on the steering wheel things were fading clear and unclear, but no matter what it looked like the pain, it was real the blood dripping down her face, down her body the slashes deep in her shoulder so sore, she should have moved, maybe, she wasn't sure if she should, she needed help, a hospital maybe, she wondered if the person who had crashed into the back of her car was okay, did they need a hospital? Was it their voice she could hear in the distance?

Suddenly a banging on her drivers side window caused her to scream again but this time she reached beside her grabbing her gun out of her bag and turning it on the person. Her panic slowly starting to disappear as she saw it wasn't what she had seen before...whatever that had been. It was a boy... she blinked he looked about her age, maybe a little young but he didn't look dangerous, or anything to afraid of. She lowered her weapon "I- I'm sorry" she said her voice uncertain, Bobbi Winchester had never been this afraid of anything in her life, she'd never been shaken, afraid of anything.

As he wasn't where they were...she blinked and looked behind him. This was not her block...or anything near it, this wasn't anything she recognized at all. She opened the door of her car and winced as she tried to get out of it. Yeah she was gonna need a hospital. As she stepped on the ground she faltered slightly bracing herself on the car. This certainly felt real, everything about it. "What are you" she asked, not who, he had just appeared he couldn't be human, they weren't on their way to her house like she'd been before that thing jumped in front of her car. What had he done to her.

"Or... .who " she added in case she had just hit her head really hard and he was just a concerned neighbour that she'd never noticed before, which was possible considering the amount of time she had been gone from home."God nothing looks the same... How hard did I hit my head?" She muttered.

[JOHN ATTICUS WINCHESTER JR]

Ω J.J. Winchester



Fight for all YOU know

When your BACKS against the wall

Stand AGAINST the liars


She looked like she was in some sort of shell shock, and even though his angle wasn’t that great, J.J. would be willing to be that she had a cut or something on her bleeding at this very moment. Cerulean eyes glanced down the road, but it seemed to go nowhere but into an abyss. Then his gaze retreated to where she had been coming from, but it was the same nothingness of just a long asphalt road with mist and the occasional tree. It was a weird thing, for once not being in his own area. J.J. wondered what was going on to make this happen, to make it so that there was another human in this world now with him. There was a dark, unsettling thought in the back of his mind that made him realize that he didn’t honestly want to know or find out. His interruption had caused panic though as the girl screamed, causing him to flinch and his eyes lock on the barrel of a gun. Funny. He was certain that his family kept them in the house yet they still made him freak out. Actually, anything out of the ordinary bothered him.

His gaze shifted from the gun though to her, a little annoyed that she had pulled it on him in the first place. It’s not like he looked dangerous. Granted, he suppose that could be said about a lot of people these days, and a lot of…things. His sister’s boyfriend came to his mind, even though J.J. didn’t know the entire story of the guy, he knew enough from his dad’s annoyed phone calls and the trips to the hospital to know better. J.J. just stood there though, and finally, the girl managed to lower her gun. Probably realizing that he might as well be the least of her worries, which was, well, true in every way, “I-I’m sorry,” she said, but if anything, she sounded uncertain. Looking at her, she only looked to be a year older than him…with a gun. A sigh escaped him, “It’s okay,” he replied grudgingly, hardly sounding reassuring at all. Although, this was not the time for him to cop an attitude, even though it was built right into his very soul. He backed up a little, giving her room as she winced and got out of the car now, her eyes probably starting to recognize that she didn’t know where she was which, really wasn’t that great.

“What are you?” the girl asked as she leaned on her car to support. J.J. did nothing more than shoot her a look to that question. Really? She thought that he was some kind of spirit, ”Or…..who.” Well, that was a little bit better. Cerulean eyes fell on her collar bone now, the long gashes were there. Great. J.J. shifted uneasily on his feet, glancing around again and ignoring her question for the moment. He really didn’t care to answer her, because there were bigger things that they should probably be worrying about. The girl though, was still talking and muttering away, “God, nothing looks the same…how hard did I hit my head?” This was worse than he realized, this was her first time. J.J. remembered his first time, but it happened in his house. Maybe something was different, maybe the game changed. She did have that gun, but this wasn’t their world…it was…his? It’s? J.J. wasn’t sure on what to use. A heavy sigh escaped him as he glanced back over at her, “You must be new.” His tone still having an annoyed edge to it as he frowned. What was the point? Was he going to believe any of this.

Well, he might as well try, “You hit your head so hard that you’re not awake. Not in the real world. You’re in the Dreamscape or whatever. You got dragged in.” Yeah, she was going to shoot him. J.J. still to this day wasn’t even sure about his situations. They’ve almost become second nature, which was a little bad considering that he could die from them. He was going to have to figure something out though. He had Stanford to get to. After a moment, his hands pushed the sleeves of his hoodie up, exposing his forearms as turned them over, revealing his scars to this random stranger, “I’m J.J. and we should probably start moving. If we stay here, it will come to us.”


STRONGER then before

When your LIFE become a war

SET THE WORLD on fire...Ω

NOTES: | 3, 4, shut the door|
OUTFIT: | Purple and white fitted hoodie, Black shirt with rabid cartoon tiger with crown and 'king for the day' in script, highly damaged grey straight leg jeans, white studded leather belt, checkered high top Vans |
MUSIC: |Set The World On Fire - Black Veil Brides|
TAGS: | Bobbi Winchester|

[bobbiwinchester]

She nodded as he said it was okay though he didn't sound like it was okay. This was America you'd think he'd be more use to seeing a gun, then again most girls her age didn't exactly carry them around in their handbags, but she wasn't most girls their age. Reaching into the car she grabbed her back and pulled the strap over her shoulder, the uninjured side and slide her gun into the bag as she listened to him explain what had happened her. She lifted her eyes to look at him as he explained that she was... in Dreamscape? What the hell was that? Was she dead.... had that crash killed her? She didn't even remember falling asleep how could she be dreaming? How could he be there?

Had she been kidnapped by a Djinn? She'd never hunted one herself but she had heard things, stories of what they did to you, she didn't want to be drained of her blood, she didn't want this alternate reality she wanted to go home. New? That word struck her as she looked at him... no, he was just as aware of the situation being strange as she was so this couldn't be an alternate reality, he was here....really here.

She watched as he rolled up his sleeve and showed his scars. She looked at them for a moment before lifting her own had to her shoulder and nodded as he explained that they had to get moving before 'it' would come to them. "I'm Bobbi" She said introducing herself to him in return, J.J that would be easy to remember "What exactly is 'it'?" she asked but starting moving already. "I'm letting you lead the way since clear...you've been through this before" she told him, she....had not ever...in fact she didn't even have the slightest idea what 'this' could be.

[JOHN ATTICUS WINCHESTER JR]

Ω J.J. Winchester



Fight for all YOU know

When your BACKS against the wall

Stand AGAINST the liars


J.J. wasn’t entirely sure if anything he had just said had been registering with her, but considering that she had a gun and wasn’t screaming bloody murder, he figured that she was okay. Maybe even a hunter. God, a hunter. The thought made J.J. sigh. He didn’t get it, no matter how hard to tried staying away from that life, it still kept on coming back to him in all shapes and forms: hunters, gifted children, monsters, well, his fucking family. Was the world trying to tell him something? Well, if it was, then they were sadly mistaken. He didn’t believe in destiny or anything like that. His dad had kept him sheltered, that was the one good thing that he had ever done. And honestly, if it wasn’t for his sister then he would have still been completely oblivious. Or at least, that was what J.J. told himself. Cerulean eyes flickered to her again as she threw the gun into her hand bag now for a second and back to the car.

He wasn’t sure if he was really fond of this situation that he was in. Well, he never liked any of the situations that he was thrown into, but this one might as well take the cake. Being paired up with somebody and then having the situation change. They weren’t in his area, and judging by her, they weren’t in her home town either. Which was strange, considering that it was her caused him to come out of his house. Didn’t matter though, because there was nothing he could do about it now, he just had to make sure that nothing happened. Not that he had really been that great as of late, he had been staying up later and later, and lacking very little sleep. J.J. found himself certain now that he was probably borderline insomniac. But maybe that was his problem, maybe he hadn’t been sleeping enough. Although, considering what was there for him when he slept, he didn’t really think anybody could blame him, well, other than when he crashed the car. Or fell down the stairs, or any other number of things.

All of this thinking was starting to put him into a foul mood, well, even more of a foul mood than what he was usually in. At least the girl was coming to terms with everything rather quickly; she just nodded at his scars like they were nothing. Pulling his sleeves back down, they began to walk and she introduced herself, “I’m Bobbi.” Bobbi? He made a face, it wasn’t really that common of name nowadays, maybe back when his dad was actually, well young. Come to think of it, his dad talked about a Bobby Singer from time to time, his dad had some dad issues he supposed after John Sr. died, “That’s a weird name for a girl,” he replied bluntly, it didn’t even sound like it could be short for something, “What exactly is ‘it’? I’m letting you lead the way since clearly…you’ve been through this before.” A sneering laugh escaped him, and he shook his head. The irony, she was the one packing the gun, “Don’t put your faith in me, this is new. The game changed or whatever. I’ve only been through this in my house, and well, my car. I’ve never been taken somewhere completely different, nor, have I had somebody else with me.” It was even more a troublesome cause he didn’t know her.

He was also starting to get himself into a being difficult mode, or that’s how his mother phrased it, but J.J. was certain that he was in it all the time, “And it, well, just think of it like Nightmare on Elm Street. It’s the same exact thing only…it’s not Freddy Kruger.” He felt stupid explaining this, he could barely even explain it to his dad who still couldn’t figure it out. Cerulean eyes glanced back over towards the girl now, they had to be connected in some way, but he just wasn’t sure as to how. It’s not like he had any extended family, not on his father’s side. Everybody was dead, or at least, he thought, “Hey, what’s your last name?”


STRONGER then before

When your LIFE become a war

SET THE WORLD on fire...Ω

NOTES: | 3, 4, shut the door|
OUTFIT: | Purple and white fitted hoodie, Black shirt with rabid cartoon tiger with crown and 'king for the day' in script, highly damaged grey straight leg jeans, white studded leather belt, checkered high top Vans |
MUSIC: |Set The World On Fire - Black Veil Brides|
TAGS: | Bobbi Winchester|

[bobbiwinchester]

“Yeah well... I was named after an Uncle or something family friend of my Dad's” she said with a shrug, someone she'd never met, a man at that, the name had never really bothered her until she'd hit high school and then well, girls were particularly cruel and it had become quite a thing of ridicule, not to mention the fact that she wasn't exactly the girly type, not with the way her father had raised her. “Try going through highschool with a boys name” she muttered but well, that was the least of her concerns though.

She nodded as he said that he couldn't be entirely in charge considering the situation was new to him. “Great...” she muttered. “I've dealt with a lot in my life but...never anything like this” she admitted. “I guess it's better to be together...” she admitted. “historically two heads are usually better than one, and you look like you're pretty smart” she observed though she didn't know why she thought that, it wasn't like he wore glasses or any tell tale signs that would indicate such but there was just a vibe she was getting off, the way he was handling it maybe? The way he wasn't running around screaming and freaking out, level headed, for the most part.

“Oh great I wandered into a horror movie” she said with a little bit of a laugh but it was uncertain, there was a hint of fear in her voice because well... she'd been scared. “ I don't usually scare easy but... damn” that was all she could say and she was sure that he understood, perfectly, better than having to explain it to her brother or worse her father if he were to ever pick up the phone and take a call from her, or from anyone. As if he were reading her mind about her family he asked her question about her name.

“Winchester” she said casually as he asked her last name, it seemed irrelevant to..well everything but who was she to say, maybe it was an important part of this 'game' they were in. “So do you think it's a Tulpa?” she asked. That was the only thing she could think of, somehow, the power of thought had pulled together this fictional being into life to torment them, but if that were the case they wouldn't be the only ones...right? Unless they had somehow done it unknowingly to themselves.

[JOHN ATTICUS WINCHESTER JR]

Ω J.J. Winchester



Fight for all YOU know

When your BACKS against the wall

Stand AGAINST the liars


This was the moment where he was certain that his mother or his sister may have told him that he had no tack and would proceed to lecture him. Actually, maybe that would have just been his mother, Sammi didn’t really have tack herself nine out of ten situations. He glanced to Bobbi, wondering what her reaction might just be but shockingly enough, she just gave him the story, “Yeah well…I was named after an uncle or something, family friend of my Dad’s.” J.J. just frowned, funny how he had thought about Bobby Singer two seconds ago and he was a family friend of his father. Maybe it was just a strange coincidence, but at the same time, he was long past thinking that. Nothing is a coincidence. The troubling part was that Sam was dead, his dad was certain of it. He angsted about it a lot, though what he died from, J.J. never asked, especially after Sammi’s discovery of the book. J.J. didn’t even want to know, “Try going through high school with a boy’s name.” Honestly though, he couldn’t, he had his own problems at high school and they had bigger problems on their hands at the moment, “Let me know when you publish your diary then so I can experience the body count of your teenage angst.”

Back though, to the task at hand. He was still uncomfortable with this whole wandering around on roads. Something was bound to happen. Other than the woods that seemed to side line them, there was no where to hide. No houses at least for the moment. He wished that his house had still been around, at least he knew his way as far as maneuvering that. His dad might care to argue that though, seeing as he did in fact get attack in his own house. J.J. hadn’t even been able to tell it was a dream. That was the only real deal with this, he knew it was a dream and yet oddly enough, it still felt very real. Besides him, Bobbi interrupted his thoughts, “Great…I’ve dealt with a lot in my life time but…never anything like this. I guess it’s better to be together…historically, two heads are usually better than one and you look pretty smart.” So, she was a hunter and the way she phrased things, it only made J.J. think that she was like Ben. Perfect little solider. Ready for anything in the big bad world. Cerulean eyes glanced over at her, she had a weird idea of indentifying people as smart. After all, it’s not like he was the stereo type, he was wearing a t-shirt with a rabid tiger on it, “Computer are my main thing, and that doesn’t get us very far here.”

He heard her horror movie comment. He figured she was just joking to try and settle her fears. People did that from time to time, right? There was a laugh, but there was something else hinted underneath it: fear. “I usually don’t scare easy but…damn,” she commented now. God, that was the last thing he wanted to hear right now. J.J. just stared at her, “You can’t freak out. That’s not going to help us.” His knowledge of the Elm Street movies was a little faded now, J.J. couldn’t even remembered why he had watched them, but some of those monsters, they fed off of fear. Something told him that the real monsters weren’t that much different, especially in an environment that they controlled themselves. But he wasn’t even thinking about that now because she just dropped the bomb on him. The Family name: Winchester. It caused him to stop in his tracks, “What? Named after a guy name Bobbi and your last name is Winchester?” No, it couldn’t be. Coincidence. But he didn’t believe in them, “Shit,” maybe this was what it was about. Revenge, but even more so, did this mean, that the Sam Winchester was alive? Or Adam Milligan? Did his dad actually have family? Questions were riddling his head that he almost didn’t hear her question, “So, do you think it’s a tulpa?” Well, she just lost him, back on the monster now. All what he knew about were ghosts, and demons evidently. His research days for Sammi had been over for quite some times, he knew the classics but that was about it, “Look. I think you’re under the impression that I’m a hunter, but I’m not. I have no idea what you just said so you might want to explain it to me.”


STRONGER then before

When your LIFE become a war

SET THE WORLD on fire...Ω

NOTES: | 3, 4, shut the door|
OUTFIT: | Purple and white fitted hoodie, Black shirt with rabid cartoon tiger with crown and 'king for the day' in script, highly damaged grey straight leg jeans, white studded leather belt, checkered high top Vans |
MUSIC: |Set The World On Fire - Black Veil Brides|
TAGS: | Bobbi Winchester|

[bobbiwinchester]

"It might..." she said suddenly thinking about computers, what little she knew of them anyway." Wait..you said we're in dreamscape? So... how did we get in here?" she asked. " I mean in theory if there's a way in there's gotta be a way out right? I mean isn't that what hackers do with programs, They find a loop hole or a backdoor to get inside.... you think there's a backdoor out of here?" she asked. Maybe he knew more than he was giving himself credit for, or maybe he was right and his skills would be completely useless.

"Yes..." she said as he repeated her name back to her like she was completely unaware of who she was. As he said 'shit' she narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion wondering what the hell he was on about. "Why... does that mean anything to you?" she asked him. "What's J.J stand for anyway?" she asked. Jared Johnson? Jacob Jackson? He kind of looked like your average all american kid so she didn't expect it to be anything too wacky "John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt?" she joked

"Sorry... I just, forget sometimes that no everyone gets themselves into these kinds of situations " she admitted when he explained that he wasn't a hunter. Of course he wasn't a hunter, why would he be, he was 17 or 18 like her, but most kids her age knew nothing about the world she hunted and she hoped that most of them would never have to know. "It's basically...a creation of imagination that's become real... my Dad dealt with one like two centuries ago but this ghost story became real because someone put it up on this website alone with a picture of some ancient Tibetan magical symbol or something and...well I mean you're into computers so I'm sure you can figure out how many hits a page can get, and because all these people were reading this story and looking at the symbol thinking it was true, it became true and this ghost became real" she explained. "but every time people put up a new fact...the ghost would change to adapt to whatever was written" she'd remembered her Dad telling her about all his adventures this one in particular because of the strange circumstances.

"so...if this was a Tulpa... basically we'd have to find out how it came to life and how the story says we can kill it...if it even has a way" she admitted. "And if we're really fighting Freddy Krueger" she meant a tulpa of it of course since it was just a movie "then we both know there's only one way to do it...." they had to seize control, and pull it..whatever 'it' was into reality. "that is of course if my wild theory is anywhere near right, otherwise I have no idea what we're dealing with" she admitted.

In the old movies, if she could barely remember correctly the only real ways of defeating him aside from some ridiculous cinema over reaches, were reality and disbelief, course the whole disbelief thing obviously wasn't going to work here because she didn't believe and still she was stuck.

[JOHN ATTICUS WINCHESTER JR]

Ω J.J. Winchester



Fight for all YOU know

When your BACKS against the wall

Stand AGAINST the liars


“It might,” Bobbi commented now and J.J. just looked at her. He wasn’t really sure if she was completely grasping the concept of what kind of situation they were in right now. But he decided to just humor her for right now with staying quiet, “Wait…you said we’re in dreamscape? So…how did we get in here? I mean, in theory, if there’s still a way in there, there’s gotta be a way out, right? I mean, isn’t that what hackers do with programs? They find a loop hole or a backdoor to get inside…you think there’s a back door out there?” J.J. rolled his eyes, if there’s a key, there must be a lock. Funny how everybody and their mother seemed to use that sort of logic when it came to being trapped. There was no key, and there wasn’t any lock, not that he could see. There was a big difference between getting into a program or a system and being stuck here. The computer didn’t kill you, or at least, they had yet to get that point in their technology, “We got here because we fell asleep. I’m still sitting at home in Indiana asleep at my computer, you’re still in your car god knows where, and probably getting shipped off to a hospital. The only way I have ever gotten out is by shock and pain, on this side, not on the other because evidently, nobody ever seems to bother checking in on me.” That could be because he threats to murder anybody to come in his room. Damn, he probably did himself in on that. Maybe he was looking at it all wrong, but it was hard not to considering how many times he had been there. Then again, if the game changed, maybe the rules changed again.

He knew he shouldn’t have said shit, but it had sort of escaped him. J.J. frowned, merely at himself though for being rather idiotic with his words, “Yes…Why? Does that mean anything to you?” Funny, it meant a lot of things to him. Like some how he was with some weird girl counterpart to himself and here she had the same freaking last name as him. And now, they were in the same freaking dreamscape as well and maybe going to die some terrible death together as well. He always woke up, the moment that he felt it, but now, he wasn’t so sure. He had been really tired when he fell asleep; his household was dead to the world because of Sammi and Ben, “It means it’s a gun,” he snapped back, uncertain if he really wanted to take up any conversation in what he thought just yet. Everybody on the other branches of the family was dead, including grandparents. He didn’t really feel like toying with the idea that everybody wasn’t dead like they should have been. J.J. didn’t want his life to become any more abnormal than it already was. He was a human, a civilian, and he wasn’t anything else. If stuff kept on getting dumped on him, J.J. wasn’t sure of what he would be considered any more, and he wasn’t sure if he liked that. He missed the old days, back when Ben came in and slept on the couch from time to time and Sammi was still just being stupid making faces in the background and sneaking out to see boys rather than monsters. He would still hate them, like he always had, but it would feel familiar, it would feel normal, “What does J.J. stand for anyways? John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt?”

What the fuck? Forget not mentioning anything about Winchester, he was getting a little more annoyed that he needed to be at the moment, “It stands for John,” he snarled, “John Atticus Winchester Jr. I was named after my dead grandfather. You know, we don’t exactly have time to deal with trying to joke.” John Winchester. The dead man, right now, he couldn’t help but to find this ironic because that’s what J.J. felt like right now, a dead man walking on very little and borrowed time. She apologized for assuming he was a hunter, the hilarious part about the whole thing was that everybody just assumed that because people were Winchesters that they were naturally hunters. Granted, she hadn’t known his name when she said that, but thinking back on everything, it was just like people always knew his family, knew his dad when they came showing up at the doorstep, "It's basically...a creation of imagination that's become real... my Dad dealt with one like two centuries ago but this ghost story became real because someone put it up on this website alone with a picture of some ancient Tibetan magical symbol or something and...well I mean you're into computers so I'm sure you can figure out how many hits a page can get, and because all these people were reading this story and looking at the symbol thinking it was true, it became true and this ghost became real." Funny, he was certain that he had read about that somewhere in the journal when he decided to scan things into his computer just for documentations, “But every time people put up a new fact...the ghost would change to adapt to whatever was written. So...if this was a Tulpa... basically we'd have to find out how it came to life and how the story says we can kill it...if it even has a way. And if we're really fighting Freddy Krueger then we both know there's only one way to do it.... that is of course if my wild theory is anywhere near right, otherwise I have no idea what we're dealing with.” Well, if that was really the case than they were both screwed because they would have to pull him into the real world. Funny thing was that they were clearly from different areas. Pulling him out meant that the one person was on their own, “Maybe it isn’t, because, more people would be dying if that was the case, it wouldn’t just affect us. Something could be targeting us specifically.”


STRONGER then before

When your LIFE become a war

SET THE WORLD on fire...Ω

NOTES: | 3, 4, shut the door|
OUTFIT: | Purple and white fitted hoodie, Black shirt with rabid cartoon tiger with crown and 'king for the day' in script, highly damaged grey straight leg jeans, white studded leather belt, checkered high top Vans |
MUSIC: |Set The World On Fire - Black Veil Brides|
TAGS: | Bobbi Winchester|

[bobbiwinchester]

He really was getting increasingly annoyed with her, she could tell but she also couldn't blame him, despite being actually confused and scared by the situation, she was so familiar with just brushing those sorts of things off. It was in her training not to let things get to her. Fear was, after all not real. She thought back to a movie she'd seen at some point. She couldn't even remember when but clearly the line has stuck with her "Fear is not real; it is a product of the thoughts you create. Danger...is very real, but fear is a choice" she said. They could choose to be scared, or choose to do something about the son of a bitch. "Seems pretty relevant, and they say movies can't teach us about life" she said.

As she listen to him explain how the only way he had ever managed to get himself out of the situations was through pain or shock. " I could punch you in the face, would that be shocking and painful enough ?" She asked, in somewhat jest also somewhat serious. She would probably get some satisfaction out of it even if it didn't work.

"I know" she said about the gun hadn't she said that? Maybe not whatever he clearly had an attitude problem worse than the chip on her own shoulder at least she knew how to laugh. " so I was part right-" she started until he told her his full name and any hint if a smile on her face was gone in an instant.

"W-what ... Waits that's my... That means... We're related" a bunch of scenarios played through her mind but evidently it went straight back to running into Ben Winchester and asked him to bring her to meet his family and being told by him they didn't need her and basically to stay away. "You're Deans son..." She said obviously good deduction skills unless he was her secret twin brother her dad had never told her about. " I guess this is why your brother told me to stay away... Though you seem to be doing just find attracting trouble" she pointed out.

As he mentioned the fact that it seemed like they were being specifically targeted she stopped and thought about it. He was right if this was a Tulpa come to life it would be attacking others... The fact that it was only after winchesters was too specific. "Shit..." She said as another thought popped into her mind. " what!? You think this is funny? Some sick way to get us all together?" She screamed into the silence. There were a couple more possibilities a Trickster maybe..., a pagan god... Or worse an Angel. She couldn't imagine an average trickster having the power to pull them into each others dreams.

[JOHN ATTICUS WINCHESTER JR]

Ω J.J. Winchester



Fight for all YOU know

When your BACKS against the wall

Stand AGAINST the liars


Every second, J.J. felt as if something was bubbling up inside him. He was getting tired of life forcing him into other situations with people. Starting off, it had been okay, but he found himself slowly starting to unravel. He couldn’t decide if it was fear, or it was just the fact that he was with someone currently, and he didn’t know what to think of her. She seemed as calm as a cucumber for some reason, and he couldn’t exactly explain why: “Fear is not real; it is the product of the thoughts you create. Danger…is very real, but fear is a choice,” Bobbi concluded now. Cerulean eyes just stared at her for a moment before she went on, “Seems pretty relevant, and they say movies can’t teach us about life.” J.J. found himself wondering if he really was screwed if the person he was stuck with got their logic from Will Smith sci fi movies. Taking a deep breath, he slowly exhaled, ‘Stay calm JJ,’ he told himself, but it proved to be a little trying, “Well, I can’t say that the world has ended yet and rebuilt itself,” he commented back now, referring to the movie. This should be the last of his worries, nor should he really be thinking about any stupid quotes.

“I could punch you in the face, would that be shocking and painful enough?” Maybe he should punch her in the face, though he guess that would make him a criminal then. J.J. only glowered, “Wow, you sound like my classmates,” he muttered, “And no, I highly doubt that would work. Shocking is something ambushing me out of nowhere and cutting right into my skin. Seeing a girl come at me with her fist just doesn’t do it,” besides, she looked about as threatening as a hamster. J.J. was certain that this wasn’t the case since, well, she is a hunter, but that didn’t take away from the fact of what she was in his mind. He ignored her little comment about the gun, her knowing since he was certain that everybody in the world knew that little fact about life. Bobbi started to say that she was partially right but then she cut herself off now, and J.J. nearly wanted to make a comment about it looked like he had just punched her in the face. But by the grace of his mother probably, he held it in, “W-What…Wait’s that’s my…That means…We’re related.” Well, shut the front door. Cerulean eyes stared at her like she might have had three heads, of course, in the dreamscape, anything is possible, “You’re Dean’s son…I guess this is why your brother told me to stay away…though you seem to be doing just fine attracting trouble.”

What the fuck. She met Ben? He still didn’t want to believe her though. Sam Winchester was dead, just like Adam Milligan. They have been and will always be dead since 2005. Because of what, he didn’t know and he didn’t care. Sure, it probably had to do with saving the world or something stupid like that, but that still didn’t mean that he cared any, “This can’t be happening to me right now,” he commented, still staring at her as if she were an alien, “You’re not real. The rest of my family is dead.” Come on J.J., don’t deny it, but it was so easy to. He didn’t want this crazy thing happening to him, he didn’t want to find out that he knew more hunters other than his sister. Oh wait, she was dead now. Why couldn’t he just have a normal life? Was it so hard to ask that he just wanted to hack into the pentagon for fun? Or piss people off with his genius skills in life? Evidently so, and without even knowing it, he had opened up another can of worms with his little idea, “Shit…what?! You think this is funny? Some sick way to get us all together?!” Somebody was losing their mind now, and he couldn’t even tell if she was yelling at him or whatever was out there. A sigh escaped J.J., uncertain of what to do or say, “I don’t think yelling at it is going to give us any answers…besides, it’s not like Ben’s here.” The statement alone bothered him, that by adding Ben really did make this about family.


STRONGER then before

When your LIFE become a war

SET THE WORLD on fire...Ω

NOTES: | 3, 4, shut the door|
OUTFIT: | Purple and white fitted hoodie, Black shirt with rabid cartoon tiger with crown and 'king for the day' in script, highly damaged grey straight leg jeans, white studded leather belt, checkered high top Vans |
MUSIC: |Set The World On Fire - Black Veil Brides|
TAGS: | Bobbi Winchester|

[bobbiwinchester]

"Yeah well I'd say we're well on our way" she told him. What had Randy told her about? The apocolypse 2.0 since the last one hadn't exactly turned out how they'd wanted it to apparently, since you know, they were all still there alive and breathing, reproducing, slowly destroying the planet with their greed and lack of respect for the environment. Sometimes she wondered why they bother creating them in the first place. Humans were not necessary to the survival of any other creatures and all they seemed to do was consume at an alarming rate. They killed each other off over territorial disputes instead of just... letting it go.

Intelligent, forward thinking, inventing beings were not really worth a whole lot to anyone except their own species, so hey, she couldn't exactly blame whomever was up there for wanting to eradicate them, maybe they'd start over again and hope it turned out differently, though judging by human nature... it probably wouldn't.

"Don't worry I don't punch people who can't take me on" she told him and eyeing him up she was pretty sure he couldn't beat her in a fight, he probably couldn't even last two seconds. "I'm not a bully" she assured him. She only fought to defend herself, but he was asking for it with his attitude she wouldn't deny that. "Besides...apparently we're family" not that it had stopped her tackling Joe one or ten times when he'd deserved it but that wasn't exactly the kind of first impression she wanted to make on her new long lost cousin.

She stared at him, he really didn't think she was real. "Yeah well, my Dad told me the same thing...so maybe they're dead to each other" he was not imagining her right now, she knew who she was, and she was pretty sure she didn't have a vivid enough imagination to create someone so... broody to help her, and right cause he could come up with someone as fun and brilliant as she was, "So what...you think you created a smart ass cousin in your mind?" she asked him. "nice try J.J but, I'm as real as you are..." she assured him.

"If you think I'm talking to your brother then you have some serious catching up to do on the family biz cuz" she told him simply. Cuz...what a weird expression. She didn't really have cousins, well clearly she did but she'd been under the impression that she didn't. As far as she had known her Uncle was dead, at the hand of something but they never talked about it, it was just the hunting thing, you didn't really want to linger on the death of those you cared about because it just reminded you that any second you could lose another one.

Her Mom was an only child so she only had her Grandpa on that side of the family, that had been the extent of the New York Winchester/Blake family line. Grandpa, Mom, Dad, Her and Joey. Then she'd found out that not only did she have an Uncle... but three cousins and three second cousins? It'd been exciting but Ben had basically told her to fuck off and so she had, not that it had done them any good because here they were now stuck in something inexplicable together. "We need to find cover.... I mean if this place isn't real I don't know how much good it'll do but sitting out in the open like sitting ducks probably isn't our best strategy either" she pointed out.

[JOHN ATTICUS WINCHESTER JR]

Ω J.J. Winchester



Fight for all YOU know

When your BACKS against the wall

Stand AGAINST the liars


J.J. was caught off guard by her quick little reply, “Yeah, well I’d say we’re well on our way,” she told him now. What the fuck did she even mean by that? Cerulean eyes just stared at her, eyeing her like she might as well be the nutjob on the street with the sign hanging around the neck, “To the world ending? No, you’re wrong.” The world wasn’t going to end, it’s not like the sun was dying. Well, okay, it was dying but it wasn’t going to destroy planet for another two billion years or something crazy like that. Unless she was referring to Angels and Demons, and he just was not ready for that type of smack to his face. In fact, he never would be. It’s not as if he had been functioning well with his last run ins. People just died, or like his sister, they disappeared with babies that they didn’t want to show their parents. J.J. wasn’t allowed much time to really think about his small supernatural run ins or the minor grief it caused him and his family because Bobbi said something rather annoying, “Don’t worry, I don’t punch people who can’t take me on. I’m not a bully. Besides we’re family.”

Fuck that, wasn’t it considered bullying since she just degraded him by calling him weak? She was trained, he got that, probably trained her whole life verses him just having to deal with high school jocks and dicks, oh, and the occasional hug attack from his father. It didn’t stop him from scowling at her though, “I could take you on,” he snapped back. Or at least, he’d go down in a fight of blazing glory, “And just because we just discovered our genetics, which I’m still in doubt of, doesn’t mean that we’re family. We haven’t exactly been in each other’s lives.” In fact, J.J. had been quite fine with not having any extended family. It meant no social gatherings or being dragged into stupid Christmas photos. He didn’t like the way that she was staring at him, okay, so maybe it had been a little rude to say that she wasn’t real and part of his dream, but could anybody blame him? Well, apparently she could, “Yeah, well, my Dad told me the same thing…so maybe they’re both dead to each other.” Why though, that seemed like the essential question. And if this was the case, with Sam being alive, did that mean that Adam Milligan was as well? All of the sudden, it was as if so many possibilities opened up and J.J. didn’t know what to think of it.

“So what…you think you created a smart ass cousin in your mind?” Bobbi annoyingly asked, “Nice try, J.J. but I’m as real as you are.” A snort escaped him and he rolled his eyes, “No, I would never. Socializing is overrated, I wouldn’t create anyone,” he fired back. He knew he shouldn’t be arguing with her right now, nor trying to piss her off either. They needed each other to try and survive this nightmare…maybe. Not much good it would do since they were clearly from different parts of the country. “If you think I’m talking to your brother then you have some serious catching up to do on the family biz cuz,” she commented now. Really. Cerulean eyes just stared at her, certain that there was a second head lingering around somewhere to prompt her to use such a stupid phrase, “I hate the family business.” J.J. replied flatly, hoping she’d just leave it at that. But Bobbi then brought up a rather important point, “We need to find cover…I mean if this place isn’t real I don’t know how much good it’ll do but sitting around in the open like sitting ducks probably isn’t our best strategy either.” Well, that might have been the first sensible thing to leave her mouth this whole entire time. They both had to survive this anyways, clearly they both had messed up families to go back to, “Well, you’re the professional. By all means, tell me what to do,” he replied now, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

STRONGER then before

When your LIFE become a war

SET THE WORLD on fire...Ω

NOTES: | 3, 4, shut the door|
OUTFIT: | Purple and white fitted hoodie, Black shirt with rabid cartoon tiger with crown and 'king for the day' in script, highly damaged grey straight leg jeans, white studded leather belt, checkered high top Vans |
MUSIC: |Set The World On Fire - Black Veil Brides|
TAGS: | Bobbi Winchester|

[bobbiwinchester]

“Well maybe we'll get to find out” she said with a bit of a smirk about whether or not her cousin would be able to take her on in a fight “but uhh...for now we're on the same team” she pointed out and fighting was not going to get them anywhere. Whatever was going on between their fathers, whatever had made them both decide to be apart, to say the other was dead was their problem but she was currently pissed at her Dad so what he wanted for her didn't really matter any more. In fact she was pissed at everyone she was boarder line hating the world.

“Are you always this stubborn?” she asked staring at him. “Yeah we're definitely family” Like it or not there were similarities between them that were beyond having spent time together. He reminded her, strangely of her younger brother in some ways.

“That's fine it doesn't discriminate” she replied swiftly about hunting. It had no feelings toward him maybe he was confused he seemed to think that danger was a choice he could make to avoid. She turned to look at him. “Whether you hate it or not, it will find you, like now... and you need to know what to do when it does that's just a fact of life” she assured him. If he didn't know how to protect himself or what to do in a situation like this, or worse then he would die. “I have a feeling you're meant for some pretty interesting things kid so I don't really want to see you bite the dust before your time got it?” she asked.

She didn't meant to call him kid, but he just seemed like he was being a brat. He needed to stop living in denial and deal with what was going on around him. “Once we get the fuck out of this you can go back to living in denial if you want but reality is here and we need to deal with it now” she stated. “Cut the sarcasm princess” she warned him, she didn't have the patience for it right now she was serious about finding cover.

“This way come on” she said nodding towards a building at the end of the road maybe it would have something to use because everything that was useful in her car didn't seem to be there, only what she had in her bag and her body was still hurting from the crash. She was moving far slower than she intended or even would have liked in her worst state. “please” she asked.