WINCHESTERS ; @scviours
The last thing he remembered before he found his way in this city was Michael slaughtering people in his own body. Monsters, sure, but monsters that hadn’t done anything wrong enough to be destroyed that way. He remembered everything he had done, every single thing. He remembered the sensation of burning inside his own body, as if he was near a star when it was going supernova, but there was still nothing he could do. Even telling him to get out didn’t work.
What fucking mistake had he done again?
So as he appeared here, Dean’s first instinct was to look out for Sam. He couldn’t feel no Michael anymore, and he needed his brother to know he was here, that he was himself, that Michael had left and that they could fix up all of this mess. He had to fix it up, he had been the one putting them in troubles like that. Unfortunately, it took him longer than he thought.
Until this moment, eventually, where he had decided to look over the internet for anything that seemed to look like Sam. And here he was, at his door, giving it a knock before he pushed the door open. “Sammy? You there?”









