all work and no play [open]

[dean winchester]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] The cool air conditioning was nice in the summer heat. It was nearly spoiling his students. They needed to learn to endure the heat, to work with it and move past that barrier of pain that stopped so many in their tracks was hard to get past. Many didn't think they could do it but once you pushed past it, from fear or adrenaline or because someone's life was depending on you, it was like having a second wind. That's something his students needed to learn to control....their second and third winds. To do that he had to push them even further, but he couldn't exactly put them in a life or death situation. He stood in the center of his gym wondering for a moment if he was really doing such a good thing... was he preparing the next generation of the protectors of mankind or preparing lambs for the slaughter? It made Dean have to rub his hand through his hair as he sighed. They needed a fire under their ass. But how? Dean smirked as he walked to his office and slid two pistols into the back of his pants and wrote a note saying: Class is at the rock wall behind the gym. He strolled out into the heat and the parking lot behind the gym. He couldn't put them in life or death, but he could make them think it was life or death. He smirked as he waited for his students to arrive. This was going to be fun. Most likely way more fun then it should be, but since their would be no real danger then he could enjoy watching them squirm a bit. That wasn't the point of this those, the real reason was to teach them to keep their cool and focus. To embrace the freak out and use to propel yourself. It was something Dean learned to do when he was so young, it was second nature. It didn't matter what your gift was, how good of a shot you were... if you couldn't keep your cool then you were no different than someone of the street. He couldn't send them out on missions to just die when things got scary. 371| open | join me :] this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

[gabriella chase]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! Gabriella tossed and turned having yet another nightmare, this one worst then the last one. It was another one about her grandmother, like all her nightmares have been. A horrible scream pierced the air and Gabriella ran toward where the sound was coming from as fast as she physically could. It took her a while to realize that she was running home. Somehow that gave her a energy boost, that fact that the scream was possibly her grandmother. The person who raised her when her father deserted he. The woman who Gabriella would do anything for, even give her life. While the first scream was echoing in her head, a second one rang out. It took all her strength to not give up and just crumple to the ground. She couldn't waste any of her energy so instead of letting her grandmother know that she was coming, she just kept running. No matter how fast she ran she could reach her destination, not until a creature with blood on their face passed by her at least. When the creature was in her view, everything stopped. Within a brief second that vampire was at her thought. As she screamed out loud she woke herself up Tears streamed down her face, this was the first dream where the vampire didn't just live. What made it so horrible was on a daily basis she wondered why they let her live. She feared that at any time the vampire would come back and finish what they started. As soon as she was up and out of her bed she wiped away her tears and forced herself to stop. One of the many things she vowed to herself, was to not cry about the past, but to get even. Gabriella knew that it was going to take years for her to become half the hunter her teacher was, but she was willing to try. With her nightmares pushing her to be the best Gabriella pulled her hair up and changed into proper attire. Once she was ready she slowly jogged to the gym. This was her first training, and she wanted to be ready. When she saw the note she paused to take a break, and then slowly jogged to where the note said class was going to be. Gabriella spotted her teacher and slowed down until she stopped a couple feet away from him. Gabriella felt awkward and she didn't know what to say so she settled on saying "Um hi, I'm one of the students" 374 WORDS , DEAN , OUTFIT , SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG.

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[dean winchester]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] Dean had his typical look of mischief and smugness, but if you had known him a long time you would know that his eyes were a little dull and tired looking. The sky was blue and the asphalt was hot. It was a southern summer leaving Dean wishing he was in a diner or a drive in rather than out here. But these kids needed him. Don’t get me wrong, he loved to see them learn, to finally understand… but the things they were beign asked to understand were so complex. To kill, to know and understand evil is real… Dean heard the girl speak and turned to see a pretty little brunette. She seemed sickly sweet on the surface but then Dean looked into her eyes and there was a darkness that reflected his own in her deep chocolate eyes. A look of needing revenge. That inky coldness that could stare blankly while you begged for your life… it made his heart sink. She was too young to have the look of a someone ready to pull the trigger. But there was no helping it. She had been bitten by the need to even the score a little for humanity. Dean knew all he could do was assist her in any way he could and teach her what it means to be scared, to hurt and eventually, to kill. “Yea, you’re a student, but why are you here?” He asked as he turned the rest of his body to her. “Because if you’re here to learn theory, then drop the class.” He said bluntly. “I teach you to kill and make you strong enough to do it. It will hurt. You will get hurt in this class.” He shrugged. “I don’t pull any punches. So if you’re here for any reason other than to learn how to kill a werewolf, to get rid of an angry spirit , to shoot straight or to stake a vampire then don’t let the door hit you on your way out.” Though his words were harsh his eyes were soft. He knew she would stay. Dean just knew he had to test her. He waited a second then nodded. “I’m Dean Winchester. I didn’t go to college so don’t even try to call me Mr. Winchester. Dean’s just fine.” He was never one for those formalities. He smiled for a second, then asked “Now, climb the rock wall.” He pointed to the rather normal looking rock wall. It was grey plastic sculpted to look like stone, with multicolor grips. But something was off… there were old stained mattresses surrounding it. It had not safety harness. Dean insisted they took it off. How else would they learn to tuck and land? When your running on rooftops or climbing a wall, there was no harness in the real world. Learning to fall right was just as important as learning how to climb. 489| open | he's so fun to play! this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !