Guardian

It's been two weeks, two weeks since he's been waking up with these scars, two weeks of confusion and horrible dreams he couldn't remember. Dean brushed it off, not wanting Sam to worry. But. It was impossible to ignore a dead angel on your bedroom floor.

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Yes, hello, hi, I'm back. I deleted my account about a year or two ago because of mental health reasons, but I missed writing and reading fanfiction, so here I am once more. I really appreciated those who read and voted and commented on this story when it was previously up, but I won't apologize for deleting it. I write for myself, and I reserve the right to unpublish a story I don't like. The only reason this is being republished is that I really liked it and remembered how much I enjoyed writing it. That being said, again, I am really appreciative of those who do take the time to read, vote or comment, and anyone who returns to this story, it means a lot to me that you enjoy reading what I've written. Thank you, and enjoy.