DEAN WINCHESTER; part thirteen
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Dean days after your death. The last of the contents in the bottle slid down his throat as he set it down, the glass now empty, much like himself. The beer had little to no affect on him, and he became irritated that he couldn't get drunk since his alcohol tolerance was way higher than most. He sighs as he runs a hand down his face, thinking of you as the whole in his heart grew bigger with every passing second you were gone. He thinks about what you would say if you saw him right now, rotting in his self blame and grief. The eldest Winchester squeezes his eyes shut, trying to stop the oncoming tears rapidly building.
"Not again."
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CARRY ON. ( spn gif imagines )
Fanfiction❛ carry on my wayward son ❜ ( supernatural gif imagines ) ( completed ) ( credit goes to @poseybility )
