[ deansavingpeoplehuntingthings | Dean ]
The elder Winchester looked to his brother, the way he was sitting
at that table it saddened him, he felt his heart sink; he looked like
the Sammy he had grown up with, the Sammy who he had taken
from law school and brought him into this h a t e f u l life; he was
to blame Dean. And he knew that he was to blame, he could of left
Sam be; he should of left Sam be with his perfect little life — But Dean
had this fear, he can’t be alone, he would rather bring everyone down
with him than face a life a l o n e
The Winchester spoke, his voice weak as he looked at his brother,
“— My brother is in there somewhere, he has to be.”
When he spoke about Michael he couldn’t help but look down;
Dean should of said yes, he was prepared to say yes; the fists
clenched he looked to Sam.
"I wanted to say y e s, do you remember
that? Do you remember I was prepared
to put myself in that place rather than y o u
and you stupid ass talked me out of it; you
took the nose dive when I could of taken
the plunge and —-”
The Winchester hissed air through his teeth as he tried to calm himself
down, there was no point in getting angry. No need to lose his temper,
it would get him no where. He looked to his brother through gritted teeth
as he spoke of Castiel.
”N o; the last time I saw him?
Was after you tried to redesign my face,
he healed me and sent me on my way for a n o r m a l life.”
”You keep clinging onto that hope Dean, if it’s what makes
you sleep better a night. But I can assure you; ‘Sammy’ is
L O N G gone.”
He smirked enjoying the look of guilt on his brother’s expression.
Leisurely, he pushed himself out the chair and shoved his hands
into his pockets again. He smirked softly when he brought up the
fact that Satan beat him into a pulp using Sam’s meat suit.
”Yeah, nothing personal. In all fairness, it wasn’t even me. Not
really. Back then, I had it in my head that I could save the both
of us. Naïve of me, really. But, in actuality, I just wanted to save
my older brother for a change.”
He approached Dean with an easy going smile, stopping
only a foot in front of him.
”C a s t i e l disappeared again, huh? The angel that chose us
over heaven, when I see him again, I’ll put an angel blade
through his heart, for old time’s sake.”
He taunted, purposefully baiting Dean to lose his temper since he
knew how Dean considers Cas as family as well. Speaking of
angel blade’s, one fell out his sleeve and he caught it, lifting it up
in his hand so that it glinted in the florescent light of the motel room.
He smirked crudely and his eyes met with Dean’s, stepping even
closer in an attempt to intimidate him.
“You know, it was foolish of you to come here, alone at least.”
His eyes travel from Dean, to the angel blade, then back at Dean.
He put the tip of the blade on the underside of Dean’s jaw, his smirk
widening and his eyes glinting yellow.
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