ramblings of an Evil Angel
someone in the boys' lives.
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She sat on the edge of the seat, one foot on the wheelchair’s pedal, one brushing the hardwood floor. Head hanging down, except to tip the bottle of beer to her lips. She winced at the bitter taste but nursed it all the same. It was kind of surprising since she’d never drank in her life and was usually refusing to ever have alcohol. But frankly she didn’t f* care right now; she wanted to hide away from the world. They never saw her anyway.
So why should she even care what her actions were? Dean would scold her, even if he tipped a beer himself he knew it wouldn’t be good for her health to do this. But if he argued it she would just leave. No one wanted her so why should she care what they thought? She loved them, depended on them, but they were too busy to notice. And she didn’t want to beg for their guilt or pity anymore. She never wanted that anyway. Just simply wanted to be wanted. But she wasn’t, that much was becoming clear. So she was done begging them, done trying, if she left they wouldn’t even notice so her decision was pretty much clear.
She knew how much Dean’s baby meant to him, he loved that car and would be lost without it but she needed out right now. Needed to just drive far, far away. Maybe go to that little secluded place… no, that’d be his first stop after the cops when he found his car stolen. Ha, who was she kidding, not even Winchester would come for her. Why would he? The last person she counted on ditched her. Surely, he too would see what an utter failure and burden she was to the world.
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She sat on the edge of the seat, one foot on the wheelchair’s pedal, one brushing the hardwood floor. Head hanging down, except to tip the bottle of beer to her lips. She winced at the bitter taste but nursed it all the same. It was kind of surprising since she’d never drank in her life and was usually refusing to ever have alcohol. But frankly she didn’t f* care right now; she wanted to hide away from the world. They never saw her anyway.
So why should she even care what her actions were? Dean would scold her, even if he tipped a beer himself he knew it wouldn’t be good for her health to do this. But if he argued it she would just leave. No one wanted her so why should she care what they thought? She loved them, depended on them, but they were too busy to notice. And she didn’t want to beg for their guilt or pity anymore. She never wanted that anyway. Just simply wanted to be wanted. But she wasn’t, that much was becoming clear. So she was done begging them, done trying, if she left they wouldn’t even notice so her decision was pretty much clear.
She knew how much Dean’s baby meant to him, he loved that car and would be lost without it but she needed out right now. Needed to just drive far, far away. Maybe go to that little secluded place… no, that’d be his first stop after the cops when he found his car stolen. Ha, who was she kidding, not even Winchester would come for her. Why would he? The last person she counted on ditched her. Surely, he too would see what an utter failure and burden she was to the world.