I'm leaving. I'm running away. I can't stand it here anymore. I feel like I don't belong. I want to go somewhere I do belong. Somewhere far away from here. I'm leaving this life behind. They won't find me where I'm going—I'm the only one who knows how to get there. I can outsmart all of them. Goodbye, old life. It's time for me to start something new now. Goodbye.
These were the words I thought when I fell from grace. How, you may ask, did I fall? Well, I'll tell you how. In two plain words. Easy enough for a simple human to understand, I think. Sorry, I need to clear my throat. Hold on a moment. . .
HACKKHACKKKHACKKKKK!
Thank you for your patience. The two words?
Dean Winchester.
Do I regret it? Hell no!
Because I've done things to Dean Winchester that you can't possibly imagine. Too complex for your ickle little mind to comprehend. Believe me; I saw it on Dean's face, the utter confusion. So sexy. I get all tingly whenever I think about those moments. I've tried doing them to Sam, but he's too much of a goody two-shoes. Or should I say goody two-face? I forget how he's two-faced. But I promise you, I used to know. And it used to be damn good reason to boot.
Anyway, I came to this site so that I could share my feelings with strangers. I'm not sure why I did it exactly, but it feels good to get these things off of my untrimmed chest.
Dean Winchester makes me feel like I belong on Earth more so than in Heaven. He's made me commit so many sins that I can't count them even if I use my toes. (That's more than twenty, for those of you humans out there with math troubles.)
And that is why I decided to officially fall from grace. I forget exactly where I left my grace, though. Oh well. I can live without it as long as Dean's here beside me. Who needs dignity, anyway? Pshh. It's so overrated, trust me. I'm a trained professional, ma'am. (I've heard being polite like that really picks up the chicks. Is that true? You can tell me. It's okay. I won't hurt you.)
Now then. Let me tell you about some of the things I did to Dean Winchester. . .
