Disclaimer: This is a transformative work of fiction based on the original creation of E. Kripke – all hail our glorious leader – just for fun, not for profit.
E/O CHALLENGE
A/N: SPOILERS for everything – up to 7.17
WOW: Hope
Word count: 100 on the nose.
Dean rolled the amber liquid around in the glass, watching the light play through and sparkle off the ice.
He'd lost Sam. And gotten him back.
He'd lost Cas. And gotten him back.
He'd lost Bobby. And maybe gotten him back too?
But really, he hadn't gotten anyone back. Certainly not whole. He'd been the cause of all they'd lost. He'd likely gotten Frank killed. He was no closer to killing Dick.
Dean drank, savouring the warm burn, the juxtaposition of hot and cold.
The one thing he knew he'd lost forever and was sure he'd never find again?
Hope.
A/N2: I know this is a little bleak. I'm in a bit of a dark place just now, so please forgive me. We had a bit of short notice on the prompt, so I didn't have time to try to cheer up...
