The Winchesters had died many times over, trading their lives for one another. They ran together in a montage of images: the car accident that had virtually killed Dean; the psychic super-soldier who had stabbed Sam in the back; strangulation; shooting; electrocution. Dean ripped to pieces by Hell Hounds. Sam jumping into The Pit.
It made Dean believe that there was nothing they couldn’t come back from, but Dean didn’t factor in the weight of a soul.
He never should’ve left Sam alone, especially since Sam had become inexplicably agreeable. He should’ve questioned Sam’s sudden calm; no longer restless every waking and sleeping moment. He should have wondered why Sam gave him his watch.
In the end, it was no weapon that ended the life of Sam Winchester. It was the weight of a wall tumbling down. A wall that was demolished not with a scratch, but with a sledgehammer, because Sam had to knowDeath waited patiently, allowing Dean, his rare friend, to grieve. Dean shook his head over and over, weeping over the body of the
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It made Dean believe that there was nothing they couldn’t come back from, but Dean didn’t factor in the weight of a soul.
He never should’ve left Sam alone, especially since Sam had become inexplicably agreeable. He should’ve questioned Sam’s sudden calm; no longer restless every waking and sleeping moment. He should have wondered why Sam gave him his watch.
In the end, it was no weapon that ended the life of Sam Winchester. It was the weight of a wall tumbling down. A wall that was demolished not with a scratch, but with a sledgehammer, because Sam had to knowDeath waited patiently, allowing Dean, his rare friend, to grieve. Dean shook his head over and over, weeping over the body of the ( ... )
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