Title: Dean's Tears
Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue.
Warning: Character death, drabble
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Chapter One: When Your Brother Cried
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The first time you saw your older brother cry, you were six and he was ten, and you had almost drowned in the pool. He would later claim that it was just the water.
The second time you saw your older brother cry, you were twenty-two and the tears were stained red. When you asked him his big secret, he just shook his head and said "I did what I had to do when no one was there to tell me not to do it."
The third time you saw your older brother cry, your father had just died and you had just killed a zombie woman. He had thought that he was alone and you were there to remind him that he wasn't alone, not anymore.
The fourth time you saw your older brother cry, you stood next to him as he burned your body. He told the flames that he was sorry, sorry that he wasn't fast enough, sorry that he wasn't smart enough, sorry that he just wasn't enough.
The fifth and last time you ever saw Dean cry, you sat next to him as he shot himself in the mouth. You had held your hand out to him as he continued to stare at his own body, he then smiled and gave you a playful shove.
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There is no more agony or death or blood or screaming.
There are no more monsters or victims or tears.
Just blissful blackness as you wallow in the presence that is Dean.
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