White.
Dean hated the color white. It brought back of those horrible memories. The memories of those taunting white walls, the beeping of the heart monitor, the drip of the I.V.
The color white was his adversary. His error.
He never meant for Castiel to get hurt. He never meant to say all those disgusting, vile things.
And he pays for those mistakes everyday. He has to sit and stare at that color everyday. He won't even look at the frail man in the hospital bed. If he looks at him, he break down even more.
So he just stares at that horrendous color all day.
Dean Winchester, the chick-flick hating sap, would rather stare at his most hated color than look at his dying boyfriend.
I mean it was his fault.
He pushed the smaller boy to his limit. He broke that line. He killed Castiel Novak. He was the very thing he hated..... an abuser.
He loved him, don't him wrong, but he loved the alcohol more.
And look where that's gotten him.
His boyfriend was brain dead because he couldn't stop drinking. He didn't stop and see him grabbing the car keys. He didn't see him get in the his car and leave.
He'll never forgive himself.
That's why he's now locked in a room of white. So he can never forget.
Dean Winchester will never forget the color white.
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This was really rushed and short but it's almost midnight and I'm tired and you guys needed an update :)
