.Take me to church.

.Work.

'I bite' I look at myself in the mirror and think in silence. I bite. I've never actually bit unless you count that one time I took a small chunk out of Sammy's arm when we were younger it left barely a scar and had mom raving about how mean I am to my brother for months. I don't even remember why I did it.

But that wasn't what I met by 'I bite'. people fall out of my life fast unless it happens to be my family. relationships never seemed to be an option on the table unless it was the relationship I had with my strangely dependent family. moving down the road was a hit through the heart for Mom and Dad but both I and Sam needed to get out. out of the house not out of town.

People leave and even if I were to make an empty ask of god for at least just a companion that wasn't related to me, I feel he would smite me from this plane of existence in a matter of seconds. But God, I needed a companion. even missing Sam's stupid cat that used to wake me up by trying to kill me. the dumb cat would lay right on my face until I realized I couldn't breath. missing an obnoxious animal like that was hard to believe but I still any kind of companion would serve me well at this point.

I leave for work, not particularly wanting to sit in the empty mechanic shop for hours but somehow I feel pulling myself into my car and sitting down to get ready for hours of working with my Dad family friend Bobby. Most of the time he didn't bother me and for some reason that made work worse. pulling up to the garage I find myself hoping that someone will come in today that wasn't the 5 regulars with old cars that they insisted they couldn't give up on.

Walking into work I realized I forgot to drink my morning coffee which wasn't even the worst of it. It turns out I was working alone today. A note on the door states that he won't be back in town until way later, and today, I would mind the store alone. "Damnit Bobby!!" he never has time to give me a notice. I open the door with the spare key under the mat and walk into my day of disposition and stress. without Bobby running the shop was more like a day in hell for me. even more lonely than normal. Now I was just hoping someone would walk in at all.

two hours later. I still find myself looking at the clock unsure of how I'm going to Put up with this for Six more hours of empty shop not even a car to work on. to me, this is what Hell would look like. and maybe the earth is hell a place all sinners go to repay their duets living the same life over and over until they turn to god. I don't know if I'll ever turn to god not in a million lifetimes. and maybe that's why I haven't turned to god yet I'm probably just on my 10th lifetime.

BING Someone walks in the door.

"Dean?" a familiar monotone voice questions from the entrance.