It's so much easier around her.

Around her I feel safe. Sane.

Should've been me. He had so much to live for.

Ang had wanted him to be careful. Everyone seemed to tell him that. It wasn't in his vocabulary anymore. It was all about the destruction now. He slams his bowie knife into a demon's throat splattering himself with blood even as another one came behind him and he whirls around shooting it. Once he had rid himself of the demon population of the ( Read more... )

It wasn’t brand new but it was his. Nice sleek black finish that shined whenever the sun hit it. Nice tires… not a scratch on her. She’d been a gift to him on his sixteenth birthday. Before him she’d belonged to his dad. So it didn’t bother him that she wasn’t entirely new. No… when he got the keys he was a rather happy teenager. He already knew ( Read more... )

It hurt to have you walk away. It hurt to know that I’d failed once again… that I couldn’t do right by you. So I sat there and cried even though you weren’t that far away. Bared who I was even though you were some stranger with my little brother’s face. Damn… you’d reminded me how much I’d failed. That I couldn’t make things right. And by God it ( Read more... )

Muse: Dean Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
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