Dean and Sam
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Posted 2 years ago
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Julian Richings.

Need I say more?

Posted 2 years ago

No Rest for the Wicked

There is no one in this world who can save me from what is to come. I have brought it on myself or, perhaps, it was my destiny and nothing I could have done differently would change the outcome. 

I have two days left until I die and go to hell. 

It’s worth it -Sammy, is worth it. 

I will keep fighting to protect him. To shelter any last shred of innocence that he might still have hoarded away in that battered heart of his. God, Sammy is the only thing that matters to me now that we’re alone. Truly alone. 

No mom, no dad, no home and no future together. Two days and then I will never see him again. Forty-eight hours. I refuse to let myself break down and feel the fear, the pain that is threatening to overwhelm me. I need to hold it together for just a little bit longer. 

I can feel when I’m dead.