The reason
A/N: Hey guys this is just a lil drabble that I wrote yesterday. And for you who are waiting for the next chapter of Save us, the wait will soon be over!:)
You are sixteen years old when you start to ask yourself
Why do you still hold on
You hate your life
when you are on a hunt and a ghost hurls Sam into a bookshelf, dislocating his shoulder
you blame the thing that killed mom, you blame dad but most of all
you blame yourself
You hate your life
when you realize that the only time Sam and dad talk to each other
is when they argue
you hate your life
when that kid from school starts talking shit about your mom
and dad says he is proud of you when you come home with bloody knuckles.
but when you lie awake illuminated by the moonlight
back aching from the hard motel bed
and you feel a small arm wrap around your waist
and hear a quiet
”happy birthday Dean”
you know why you still hold on