Simple. That's what this life is. Simple. You wake up everyday; you go through the motions. You survive. You don't do anything especially out of the ordinary. It's just not you, is it? No, no. It's not like you to do anything particularly different than your everyday, ordinary routine. You're no one special. You're no one qualified to take the world head on. Not anymore, anyways. Six years. Six long, tiring years have passed since you lost the last thing you truly cared about. Oh, your poor brother. Such a happy soul. A happy, carefree soul. Everyday you wake up, and you think to yourself; him? Really? He never did anything. So, why him? You never actually could figure out what it meant for you when they were all gone. Not before they were, actually, all gone. Never did you think such a thing could happen to you. You're Dean Winchester! The demon-fighting, angel-loving Dean Winchester! But, that's not you anymore. That was the past you. Now? Now you're broken. Broken. That's what you are. Broken. You wake up everyday; you go through the motions. You survive. Simple. That's just what this life isn't. Simple. —
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Broken (one-shot)
Short StoryMother, father, brother. All of them gone. How does he get by? Struggling, weak. The once happy-go-lucky, rock-n-roll loving Dean Winchester is no more.
