Six
This one is angsty folks, just a heads up...
My life is a joke.
The words bring tears to Dean’s eyes.
I know I will never find real love.
Dean feels like punching something. He should have told him. He should have said something the last time Sam looked at him like that.
I wish everything was different.
Dean’s face feels hot. He wishes it was, too.
Everything I do, everything I even try is a fucking failure.
He runs a hand down his face and takes a deep shaky breath. He blames himself.
I’m just so empty inside.
Dean’s fist clenches, crumpling the paper slightly.
I can't be here anymore. I'll never be able to have what I shouldn't even want.
The tears that have been pooling in his eyes finally fall. Sam’s been gone for six days without a trace and there’s been no response on his phone.
It’s probably the hundredth time Dean’s read it.
He laces up his boots and checks out of the motel. He hopes today is the day he finds his little brother.
