*NOT SHERLOCK RELATED* *SUPERNATURAL RELATED* *whisperes* double major character death. So some of you may know, I like writing stuff. Its now 01:15 Im tired and Im not sure how this turned out, but please give me feedback. -High Functioning Fangirl --- Dean Winchester was a hunter. He knew pain. But he knew how to survive. He knew loss. But he knew how to move on. Until now. Sure, hed lived through a lot of pain. But he still survived Hed dealt with a lot of loss. Somehow he moved on through it all. But in the end pain and loss combined. He felt pain when his father died to save him. But he moved on. He felt loss and pain when he watched his brother die in his arms. But he brought him back. He knew pain when he was ripped apart by hellhounds. After he sold his soul to bring him back. But he returned, when he saved him. He knew pain when he returned from Hell. Or when he watched his brother start the apocalypse But they solved it, with the help of him. He never knew one of the worst kinds of pain. Until his brother allowed Lucifer to possess him. Then he threw himself into the cage. But he saved him. He knew pain and heartbreak were the same. But he had never felt the heartbreak he did. Until he betrayed him. Everything was worse when he died, because of the Leviathans. But thats okay. Because he came back. He always does. Until now. They moved on. They got over the betrayal. He learned to love. They loved each other. They helped each other. They got through whatever was thrown at them. Then the pain came, the worst of them all. The heartbreak. The loss. Of your other half. His heart was broken. But he was a hunter. He had to survive. Thats how he was raised. You pull through. You move on. Because you know. Eventually youll lose everything. Including yourself. So he watched the flames flicker. Salt and burn. All hunters go the same way. But he wasnt always a hunter. He was once an angel. He betrayed heaven for him. His name was Castiel. He saved his life so many times. And now hes gone. His hand trailed over the gun in his waistband. He knew pain. He knew it would end violent and bloody. With a blade. Or the at the end of a gun. Hed watched enough deaths. He knew how to end it quick. So he took a breath. He hoped Sammy got his note. He took out the gun. It was silent. Other than the crackling of the fire. He raised the gun. He breathed out. He knew in that moment. Not everybody survived. Not everybody moved on. Sometimes. It was impossible. A gunshot pierced the air. A body fell. Dean Winchester. The hunter. Castiel. The angel. Together. No matter what.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 01:17:31 +0000
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