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doubt.

doubt

noun

1. a feeling of uncertainty or lack of conviction.

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Uncertainty, what does it mean? The dictionary definition is "the state of being uncertain."

In all honesty, there has to be more ways you can describe it. Being scared, fear, not knowing if you can live another day, anxiety, and so many more. Leaning over the railing of the balcony the brunette stood on, a lighter in hand. He hummed to himself, a smoke between his lips. He seemed happy, but he felt like he was falling.

Have you ever had that dream, where you can't wake up, and you're just falling?

That's what he felt like, except this wasn't a dream. This was a harsh reality that smacked him in the face every time he blinked. A feeling of being unheard, he felt like screaming, he felt like shouting on top on his lungs. He felt alone, a simple voice in a sea of screams. Memories and shadows unseen to others eyes scream at him from every corner.

Silence. He was unmoving outside as his brain fought battles, all he did was stare at the sky, watching stars twinkle and airplanes fly high.

He was a naturally dependent person, wake him up from his constant dream and he'll fall again, and wait for someone to pick him again. Paint a smile on his porcelain face. A giggle left his left, smoke floating in wisps into the dark night, rubbing the end of the burning bud on the stone edge of the rail, he flicked it some where in city's streets. Maybe that's why he got into this job, he depends on Rob to protect him.

He blinked,

A soft sigh left his lip as he walked back into his hotel room, shutting the balcony door behind him and flopping onto the bed he was forced to sleep in. No one thinks how he thinks, do people dream when they blink like he does?

"You know those are going to kill you, right Preston?"

He rolled his eyes, laying on his stomach as a muffled reply left his lips. "Well, one day. Karma's gonna come collect your debt."

"Don't start with that karma bullshit, I'm serious Preston."

"How about you burn in hell?"

A chuckle left the others mouth as leaned back in the desk chair.

"With the sins that rest on my shoulders, I'm going to the deepest parts of hell, and I can't crawl my way out of this one. I ain't no Dean Winchester."

Preston laughed slightly, rolling onto his back and sitting up. Staring at the brunette across the hall. "You've always been a huge piece of shit, not surprised you haven't been compared to Dean."

Rob grinned, picking up his phone and typing his password in. "Pretty sure I'm Deamon and Mitch is Cas."

"Destiel?"

He nodded and giggled softly, shaking his head slightly and he scrolled through his phone, "I can feel my sins crawling on my back. By the way, shut the fuck up, I've done less than you have."

"I mean yeah, I've killed, smoked, injected shit, fucked, and so many other things. But I'm a nice person, you're an asshole."

The other grinned at this, a smirk that Preston has seen many of times. "I'm a good asshole."

"Oi, I didn't know what I got into."

Rob rolled his eyes, standing up and grabbing his bag. Picking up the others, he tossed it towards Preston. "You sure as hell knew the moment you met Lachlan, now come on. We're needed at HQ."