I never knew what I had until I lost you...
Dean sat in the hotel room cleaning his gun. Everything had changed since Sammy had left. Left..Seems like a better word than died, but now he'd go back to his old life.
Demons and lovers.
A life he was way to similar to.
6 weeks ago...
"How come we can't just go to Bobby for help like we always do? He'll know what to do, Dean. Quit trying to be the dominant one all the time. You have to let someone take over every once in a while." Sam said while staring at his brother.
They hadn't been getting along lately and Sam couldn't stand it. He hated it when they fought but yet, it was kind of a relief all in the same.
If only he knew what was to come...
