Depressed Dean

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Dean is sitting in the shower. Ice cold water is hugging his body. He doesn't feel anything except the burning pain on his wrists. The pain that lets him forget about all the pain on the inside. He knows it's wrong. He knows that cutting himself won't really help him. Cas always told Dean that he should stop. Cas was the only one who could make him stop. And now that Cas is gone... Dean buries his face in his hands. "Please help me Cas." He whispers. After some time he gets out of the shower. Taking some bandages and puts them over the cuts. He looks into the mirror. "You are weak." He thinks. He is so angry about himself. "If you had stopped Amara, Cas would have never said yes to lucifer." "he will never think of  you like you think of him. Because you are weak and worthless." He always liked Cas more than a friend. He was afraid that he did. His Dad once catched him making out with a guy and Dean never saw his dad being so angry. John was calling him a faggot, a pervert and more. Since then he forced himself to never think about a guy in that way again. But when he met Cas...  "Dean? The sink in the kitchen is broken, I think. Could you come and help me?" "Yeah, one minute"