No rest for the Wicked, or deemed

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Y'all are in for a long, sad chapter.






Drowning- radio company.

If you want to listen to the song sting the first half of the chapter. I really matches the energy of the episode, and the emotions between Dean and Blake!
:)
Also, if you want, listen to Devil that I know by Jacob  Banks on the second half!! :)

























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A week before

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          "You know.....you know that soon....within the....my time, is Almost up. I—I wish all that I have that that wasn't true. That...I wish we had more time....but I can't—we tried.

B, you're gonna be fine. Without me, I mean. I know that you don't want to be, I don't want you to be—-but, I just need you to know I love you, and your the best thing.....you're gonna stay with Bobby, okay? You'll be with him and you'll be with uncle Sammy. You'll be fine. I know you will be."



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    The word were burned into her brain. They played over and over in her head.  He'll be gone soon. He only has so much time left. Since the talk, Blake hadn't said anything to Dean. 

She had gone completely mute. Barley saying anything to anyone. She completely cut them off. She was distant, afraid, and sad.

Dean and Sam had no idea what to do.

Dean, who was practically washed with worry, tried to do everything he could to try and bring a smile on her face.

Despite his looming death, his goal was to get his daughter to talk to him again. She would not be upset with him when his clock was ticking closer and closer. He would not have it.


The Impala had been driving against the road for a few hours. Leaving their motel early in the morning, it was late at night now. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight his knuckles where white.

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