[Action only] || Hunt 13 ||
[So... Dean's sat, absent-mindedly staring out into space, in the park, near where he and Willow had talked the other day. He had a half drunk bottle of beer in one hand, and plenty more close by.
God damn it to hell... Willow'd got him thinking. He missed the family life, more than he thought he would. Don't get him wrong, he preferred the hunt. Much preferred it. But, that's because... well, he was a killer. Not suited for family life. He'd been moulded into a soldier since... well, if not before then, but age of five or six, when he picked up his first gun, and bullseyed all those targets. That was the truth of it, as the whole Veritas incident had shown him before he mercilessly beat on his brother..
He run a hand through his short hair as he thought about this all. It was Ben he felt sorry for. Ben he missed, if he was honest. And he'd ruined that quite well. Same as he ruined everything else around his life.
Even Sam. Especially Sam. Starting with the Shtriga and ending with letting him jump into that pit. but Jess... Sam'd be spending this day with her, getting her flowers or chocolates, or some other normal-lifed, soppy romantic crap. If Dean hadn't strolled back into his life. Convinced him to hunt again.
God, Valentines day was a day for love and... all that other crap. How long had it been since he'd loved a woman? Allowed himself to love a woman...? God. 2003 or 2004.
Lisa... She was family, but he still hadn't allowed himself to get close enough. She'd been his apple pie life that he'd promised Sammy. The word, if you hear it, was sighed heavily rather than spoke.]
.......................Goddamn.
God damn it to hell... Willow'd got him thinking. He missed the family life, more than he thought he would. Don't get him wrong, he preferred the hunt. Much preferred it. But, that's because... well, he was a killer. Not suited for family life. He'd been moulded into a soldier since... well, if not before then, but age of five or six, when he picked up his first gun, and bullseyed all those targets. That was the truth of it, as the whole Veritas incident had shown him before he mercilessly beat on his brother..
He run a hand through his short hair as he thought about this all. It was Ben he felt sorry for. Ben he missed, if he was honest. And he'd ruined that quite well. Same as he ruined everything else around his life.
Even Sam. Especially Sam. Starting with the Shtriga and ending with letting him jump into that pit. but Jess... Sam'd be spending this day with her, getting her flowers or chocolates, or some other normal-lifed, soppy romantic crap. If Dean hadn't strolled back into his life. Convinced him to hunt again.
God, Valentines day was a day for love and... all that other crap. How long had it been since he'd loved a woman? Allowed himself to love a woman...? God. 2003 or 2004.
Lisa... She was family, but he still hadn't allowed himself to get close enough. She'd been his apple pie life that he'd promised Sammy. The word, if you hear it, was sighed heavily rather than spoke.]
.......................Goddamn.