Dean sat on his bed in the run down motel he and Sam had chosen to stay for this weeks mad demon hunt. Elbows on his knees, head in his hand, Dean wanted to cry but knew he had to be strong; knew he could not risk Sam seeing how broken he had become since he had last seen Cas. God, how he mished that annoying angel
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Oh my, that is really heartbreaking ;_;
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Make it better!
;____;
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