Roman's Angel

Chapter 15

Dean held onto Sami, keeping an arm around his shoulders, as they both walked through the woods. It was a short walk from the house. Both of them were drunk and high, completely out of their minds and not making much sense. The other two, Leah and Roman, had decided to remain at the house, while they went out to have some more fun. The two of them were laughing about what had taken place earlier.

"Did you hear the sound it made when I killed it? It was fucking hilarious!" Dean cackled, remembering how it felt when he had shot the goat. It was such an amazing rush, a thrilling experience for him...To have the power to take the animal's life and feeling it's blood spill onto his face. He would never forget it...It was so easy for him to forget that it was just an innocent creature, having done nothing wrong except for just live. He pictured it as something, someone else entirely. With this image in his mind, he pulled the trigger. Wounding the goat fatally and it fell to the ground. Then another bullet right to the head, killing it instantly.

Such a sweet and beautiful sight to behold.

"Yeah, that was awesome, man! You really showed it who was in control!" Sami laughed, taking a sip of his beer.

"Mhm, yeah." Dean also took a sip of his own beer, finishing it off. He threw the bottle away. "Still, would have been better if it was Baron Corbin instead. Imagine his face if he were right there in front of me, on his knees, begging for mercy."

"I'd love to see you do that. You putting him in his place. Or...Should I say putting him down?"

"I would make sure to blow his head off! Wouldn't care if his blood splattered all over me, in fact, I would bathe in it."

"You sick fucker."

"What I can say? I'm a very sick guy. My desire runs deep. I would show everyone how much of a whore I am...A whore for bloodshed and revenge!"

Sami then bursts into laughter, taunting Dean. "Dude, you would get slaughtered before you could even celebrate your victory. You would be killed in an instant."

"I don't care. At least they would remember my name, remember what I did. The flames of my hatred and pain would forever be carved in stone."

"You're an incoherent drugged up idiot."

"That's something else they'll put in the papers, man."

The two of them laugh and talk about various nonsense until they finally reach the stream that leads straight back to the house. It was starting to get late, was cold out, and both of them needed to be heading back. Dean had calmed down. He let go of Sami, stumbling backwards. He fell onto the ground, laughing at himself for his own antics. He laid in the grass, staring up at the night sky above him. He asked Sami to hand him a cigarette and lighter, which he did. He lit it up, taking a drag off of it.

"I can just see it happening now, Sami...The bloodiest massacre to ever occur. Having all those assholes at my mercy, begging for me to spare to them. I won't show them any. I can never forgive and forget what they did. It's their fault that I am the way I am."

Sami sat on the ground with him. He used his hands to dig into the dirt, tracing out lines in it with his fingers. "I can picture it happening, Dean. But...There's something I wanna ask you..."

"What is it?"

"Do you think you could actually go through with everything that you're talking about now? Getting revenge?"

Dean takes another puff of the cigarette, then exhales. "I don't know...It's not that I'm scared to, it's just I don't know if I could do it alone. I need someone who could indulge in my needs, my darkest desires. Only then can I truly let go and my sanity will slip away..."