Dean leaned against the hood of his 1967 Chevy Impala, watching the stars and watching as his breath came out in wispy clouds. His fingers, in the pockets of his leather jacket, brushed against the necklace Sam had given him a couple of years ago. Normally, it would have been slung around his neck, but Dean tried to always remove it if he thought there would be a fight, just so he could ensure its safety.
The fighting. The yelling.
The look on Sam’s face. The look on Dad’s.
Dean wished he could forget about all of it.
His fingers dug further into his pockets, feeling the outline of his keys as well. Dean itched to get into the Impala and leave – just drive and drive and drive. He itched to plug his keys into the dumb thing and –
“Sorry, Baby, I didn’t mean it.” Dean sighed, whispering to his car and stroking her fender endearingly. “No, sometimes I feel like you’re the only one who is really here for me, you know?”
The car didn’t respond, but the silence, the comforting silence he got from the Chevy, was enough for Dean, who stayed there for a long time, looking at his clouds of breath and the stars that shone above.
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With and Without (Destiel)
FanfictionDean was depressed, not any other way around it. He was lost, hopeless, and drowning within himself. But Cas helped him up, quite literally, and he just might be the bright sun that finally manages to shine through Dean's persistent rain clouds. Dep...
