simple acknowledgement even when mind swallows it’s self within corroding thoughts. we beat lucifer. we saved sam. once comforting words now provide subtle sense of asteism. akin to a viper bite, hooked fangs lodge within providing an initial razor-sharp sensation. slow does it sweep, venom creeping against webbing veins crawling vines until numbing. in his own timeline, clock ticked downward until his own enviable doom stuck midnight. the devil’s claws wrapping against an innocent soul, a brother little too late to provide protection against the younger. soldier, weakened from battle stands before family only to find end snapping against boot bottom. watching everyone he loved perishing at his order ; purposefully. many would claim selfish intent but if anyone dug deeper into motives ; they’d see. with his death, chaos would rain down within the camp. it’s better this way, it’s always been better that way long before a suicide mission was settled in stone. how could the other possibly know of the demise witnessed, how could he know of the very scars littering unwritten novels across thick flesh.
wallowing within the ashes of destruction, recital of an event almost goes amiss to a hardened winchester. shifting within the sheets, frame recluses away from the other placing distance ; habit. this is what he does when totter vulnerability’s thinning line. mentions of monsters, purgatory alike only darkens and shadows reticent curiosity. hushing and still air fills between the two before rough vocals break.
❝ damn, sounds like one hell’uva good time y’been handing with. ❞ humming bitterly, realization dawns that either path taken ; hell would be unleashed. dealt devilish cards of life, he’d beg for any inquiry to an age old question of why. why him, why ( for the love of god ) sammy. ❝ knight of hell, dunno if i even wanna know about that one. assumin’ one of the sons’a bitches nicked y’there, never woulda guessed. ❞ idle conversation forced as he becomes friends with the monsters under the bed. one thing he’ll never understand, suddenly the imperfection scattering constellations across heated flesh seems divine. every warn torn scar reveals the promise of survival and recounts tales many heroes breathe air as accomplishments ; pride. he knows himself too well, allowing honor to seep from beneath the surface withholding dignity.
❝ y’okay now? ❞ astonishing, sympathy seeps through for a moment of weakness as barriers slowly break. maybe it’s because timelines haven’t reverted back, maybe it’s the safety he’s feeling lying beside the hunter ; his trust.
❝ yeah ------ it’s been one hell’uva time. the path life through me down without a seconds hesitation. ❞ he couldn’t complain though. it could’ve been WORSE. it will be worse; who was he kidding. danger was a second shadow to the hunter; it FOLLOWED him everywhere. it was like a viper, and HE was it’s lure; anyone who DARED to get close would suffer, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. ❝ --- she was a bitch t’deal with, but she’s gone. nothin’ t’worry about with her now. ❞ but the mark remained; as did the blade in which he used to bring the KNIGHT’S demise.
N O. no --- he wanted to scream it to the world; dean winchester was not okay. he was becoming a monster, and he feared to know the fate that would fall upon himself if he allowed the mark to be his guidance any longer. but there was no stopping it. there was no cure for his blood lust; maybe he didn’t want there to be --------- and that SCARED him. he feared being near the other now; feared being intimate with him. the mark had been unpredictable thus far, it drove him to KILL people who more or less didn’t deserve that fate, and he regretted nothing. their anger FUELED the fire that flowed within tainted veins, and knowing how dean could lash out in certain circumstances, he FEARED that he would fall victim to the darkness within the hunter, too.
was he o k a y ? yes ------ ❝ ..no. no, i’m NOT okay. i’ve made some stupid decisions before, and ‘m sure y’know that, too --- but recently.. ❞ a sigh escapes betwixt pallid brims as he pushes himself to sit UP. emerald shards pay glance to the ex-leader. ❝ ------------ how much d’you know about CAIN ? ❞
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