DOWNFALL ° DEAN WINCHESTER

❝he burns like the nicotine that coats your lungs and the liquor sliding down your throat, but you can't leave him. you swear to yourself that you will, one day, but you're not ready to let this go. he's not good for you, and you know it, but you can't help it. the love you have is toxic, but you can't shake the feeling of his lips on yours or the heat of his hands on your skin. you love him, and that will be your downfall.❞