It had been weeks (weeks of kiss me here and kiss me there) of breakfast with a kiss and a smile but it already was beginning to end (end in flames and brimstone).

"You're going back."

The bags were packed (maybe for three weeks or more) and weighing him down as he was getting ready to take one more step (out of that door and out of my world, forever.)

"Elle, I have to. They need me."

They, they needed him (when haven't they needed him? Their protector the one that takes the suffering and lets the bullet cripple his skin instead of their own.)

They who are the reason we run (and run and run till our feet bleed and our hearts give out) run away from their judging eyes that seem to burn a part of us away, until all we are (two fools in love) nothing.

"No, you can't go. Dean, if you go they win, they win."

Tears of weakness (the weakness that was standing in front of me saying he was going to leave me, leave me alone in the darkness) spilled down my cheeks, each one of them screaming 'stay'.

"Stay, stay, please just stay."

The child in me, the child that I am and will forever be wanted to hold on to him (him who holds my scared little heart that barely beats anymore because so many have stepped on it) and never let him free, weld my fingers on to his jacket and keep him with me till we're old and gray.

"I can't, El, I can't. There my family."

Family, the word strings my ears like fingernails on a chalk board, family, what is family?

Is family mothers and fathers who go up in flames like matches, not-really fathers who take your mind (the one thing in your life that you thought was your own) and rip it to millions of pieces and make you try and put them back together again?

Family, the word only leaves sorrow and death.

"Then what am I?"

"Elle let me leave."

"What am I? I'm not your family, no of course not but then what am I?"

His hands (worn and still chipped with blood) pushed me out of the way, his feet haft-way out of the door (the door that would be the end of me, stealing away the last thing I had left, the last one that loved me) and a sad little smile was all that I got.

"I love you, don't forget that."