pallid fingertips wrap against fabric yanking a weakened body from hollowed chill of cement. chest, it aches with a hefty wound spilling a righteous man’s blood. trickling down, velvet soaks within plaid beneath a jacket’s covering. he feels the pull of death tugging at strings for just a thrill. familiar vocals plead with him, plead for survival even though a harsh outcome was evident. it’s better this way. ivory hues wallowing emotional trauma looking upon the distress of a younger brother. desire breathes life wrapped within beckoning endurance but a man’s tolerance falls. the mark,’s turning me into somethin’ i don’t wanna be. confession after confession, honesty finally becomes policy as moments draw in closer to evident demise.
hoisted, the winchester dawns the epiphany that this will be the finale of his show. death didn’t scare the winchester but leaving sam behind did. every step taken, warmth of a brother becomes shadowed by death’s clawing grasp. he’s proud, emerald hues watched the progression into the man sam’s become ; swelling pride. many times an impasse divides, it never diminished true devotion engraved into valiant veins for a kinsperson. pounding eardrums, he’s slipping into the void of the unknown and it’s now or never.
bruised body slams for support against crates, he needs sam's attention now before death drags his soul to take. there's so much to say, memories play out like a movie projector recalling everything. like a walk, the eldest winchester watches their life play out with the little moments. he watches as dimples carve happiness within a brother's warmth. hollowed laughter echoes, pallid fingertips wrap against a tiny metallic necklace given to hold dearly close. light snores shadow from early morning slumbers as ivory hues focus attention to a television screen awaiting for a father to arrive. bloodied facade breaks, pained expression lightens with pride and a solitary second of happiness. serrated gaze, warming salted droplets caress down the sides of sam's face and there it is. desire to reach out, to comfort a harbored shattering soul.
a feeble smile, brother's bond survived through so much. a righteous winchester was so sure as the ashes of life crumbled to dust as death's feet. shouting vocals beckoning his name shroud the darkness into hollowed eternities. even within death, there's no peace met for the eldest of the winchester brothers. the silence was deafening, heaviness slowly lifts after moments passing to centuries beckon forth a conscious state. there's refusal, to open his eyes only to realizes the dark was merely a dream would overwhelm. in the state of anxiety, mind falls back on a memory washing frantic need to consume with calm. a mother's voice, a familiar caress brings forth longing for one last comforting touch.
❝ hey jude. ❞
swallowing back iron, lips part with a shuttering breath accompanying the moment of weakness. slow and steady, a trickling tear releases the broken boy beneath the soldier. hollowed whispers, dean can only hope no one bare witness to the mosaic crumbling.
❝ d-don’t make it b-bad. ❞
