a/n: So right after I wrote this, I thought of the Coldplay song, Fix You, and it kind of fits the storyline right now. I imagined it ever so softly playing in the background while this scene happened.
Dean locked himself in the cramped, musty motel bathroom. He splashed water over his face, trying to rid the streaks and blotches, tears flowing like a geyser from his eyes.
Damn it.
He turned on the shower and resisted the urge to scream, vomit or sob uncontrollably.
The physical pain would subside, eventually.
No more bruises, no more bloody scrapes. He could wash away the stains on his body, but what about the stains on his soul...
That pain was different. It hurt him to his very core, and for the first time, he didn't know how to fix it.