Dean's throat hitched as he dragged in the warm tar-ridden smoke from his cigarette .His chest tightened uncomfortably ,absorbing every last hint of poison the small cancer stick had to offer him before releasing the remaining toxic gas from his lungs. He could feel warm beads creeping down his face .Frequent flashbacks of the painful memories reminded him how small and helpless of a being he was .It was times like these where he longed death's embrace , all he wanted was to disappear into the abyss .He'd grown tired of putting up an act , pretending that nothing was wrong,when clearly there was something missing; a part of him that he clung onto so dearly -the angel who touched his heart.