"You won't see me in hell, Dean. When I die, I'll go to Pergatory and believe me. That's much worse than hell." Svarer han så, inden han også står ud ad bilen. "You told me there was another guy?" Siger han så.
Jeg fik hende da jeg var 10, tror jeg. Måske 9. Så, hun er ved at være 5-7 år. xD
Dean drejer bare hovedet, og trækker på skulderen inden han sukker tungt. Han tager en tår mere af hans Whisky. "There is no other. I do not believe I could love anyone but you more, but I needed to get away from it all. You fucking with my head, one moment you are mega loving another moment you are cold. "
"There was a reason I stayed away from you. And believe me, it was not Sam. It was Raphael. If I had told you, why I really stayed away, he would have killed you, Sam and Bobby. The only ones I truly care about. He's coming after me now, Dean. I just did'nt want you to get hurt. I love you." Siger han så, inden et suk forlader hans læber.
"It hurts me fucking you, I say just using you for sex. When the hell have I expressed it? If it had been like had I ripped the pants off you and raped you, and not been every fucking single time and the game of to you, as some weak bastard. " Han sukker og ser væk, inden han tager en tår mere.
"Dean. Look I'm sorry. I didn't want you to get killed. I was afraid to lose you. You would have done the same if your crazy angel brother wanted to kill someone you love. I know you." Siger han så, inden han også stiger ud ad bilen.
Dean er begyndt at snøfte. Han føler sig som en svans, som han står og tuder over en engel der sikkert ikke engang er interesseret i ham i virkeligheden. "How can your creepy brother not just realize that he is not fucking interfere in our stuff? Why would he kill me?"
"To get to me. I'm afraid that he knows he can use you against me." Svarer han lavt, inden han lettere tøvende bevæger sig hen til Dean. "Now that he's tested that for the last couple of months, he'll find some other way. He's desperate." Tilføjer han så.
"So be smarter than him." Han går hen til bilen og åbner bagagerummet, han finder den største skyder og holder den frem for sig. "Kill me before your brother does. Shall I die, it should at least be murdered by someone I care about. Please." Han sukker svagt og lader pistolen inden han rækker den imod Castiel.
"Don't even try, Dean. I've seen you die in front of my eyes enough times. I'm gonna protect you from my brother, that is what is going to happen. I won't let him touch him." Siger han så, inden han lægger pistolen fra sig og lader sin kniv glide ud ad ærmet på sin trench coat.
Dean er så fuld at han bare griner og slynger armen om Castiel for at trække ham ind i et hedt længselfuldt kys, han har savnet at kysse Castiel, at mærke ham tæt på, og at kunne vise sine følelser igen.
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