[TBS] 2.14.1.B - Alien Afternoon - Genesis
To be there back where I belong
To feel again the wind upon my face
To see again all that I took for granted
All that I left and everything I knew
Dean tried clawing his way out of Hell. His fingers ached and bled where his nails broke off, caked in dirt. He felt like his body was on fire, could almost feel boils raising up on his skin. He screamed out in pain feeling as if skin and muscle was melting away from bone. As if his soul was being torn apart and ready for a shredder. He was trying to fight to get back to Sam, to get to the one person he knew could help him hold on to who he was.
Dean Winchester wanted to be back traveling the road with Dean, where he belonged. He wanted to be alive again. He wanted to feel the wind on his face again. Wanted to feel the Impala rumbling around him as he blasted Metallica or Motorhead, even Metallica. He wanted his life back again.
He had taken life for granted, squandered his last year alive on cheap women and even cheaper booze. He could have spent more time with Sammy instead of out at the bars every night. He wanted everything he left behind and he would never take it for granted again. He just needed to get out of Hell.
Muse || Dean Winchester
Fandom || Supernatural
Word Count || 201
To feel again the wind upon my face
To see again all that I took for granted
All that I left and everything I knew
Dean tried clawing his way out of Hell. His fingers ached and bled where his nails broke off, caked in dirt. He felt like his body was on fire, could almost feel boils raising up on his skin. He screamed out in pain feeling as if skin and muscle was melting away from bone. As if his soul was being torn apart and ready for a shredder. He was trying to fight to get back to Sam, to get to the one person he knew could help him hold on to who he was.
Dean Winchester wanted to be back traveling the road with Dean, where he belonged. He wanted to be alive again. He wanted to feel the wind on his face again. Wanted to feel the Impala rumbling around him as he blasted Metallica or Motorhead, even Metallica. He wanted his life back again.
He had taken life for granted, squandered his last year alive on cheap women and even cheaper booze. He could have spent more time with Sammy instead of out at the bars every night. He wanted everything he left behind and he would never take it for granted again. He just needed to get out of Hell.
Muse || Dean Winchester
Fandom || Supernatural
Word Count || 201