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There was no one coming for him. Not his mother, his mother was long gone. He could remember how the house smelt when he opened the door, and when he found a trail of blood and then he could remember feeling something pull on his legs and being dragged under and he called, he called for help even though deep down he knew no one was coming just like he knew no one coming now he was burning and he was gonna keep burning.
At first it just him and Sam, before the voices came and the yelling and then the burning. Everyday for he didn't even bother counting the days anymore it wasn't worth it nobody was coming to save him this was his eternity, where he'd spend forever and he knew it.
He couldn't remember exactly when, but it he could remember how everything was just black just or a moment and Sam was gone. And he could remember calling Sam's names into the dark abyss praying that he'd hear Sam's voice call back. Sure he hadn't been listening to Sam, but it helped it helped he wasn't alone.
So much for that thought, he was alone again just like every night he spent alone. Every cold winter he put himself to bed, every time he wished for siblings oh how he regretted his wish now. He doesn't know Sam or Dean, but he knows he was only dragged into this because of Dean and John. It was John's blood that made him able to hold Michael and it was Dean who dodged the bullet the bullet that had hit him hard.
He had given up a long time ago that his brothers would save him. He thought maybe just maybe Dean would save him too, he had saved Sam didn't he? There goes for wishful thinking, Dean was never coming, nobody was. He was stuck here forever, for as long as forever was.
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