It's stunning how many stories I still have on my laptop... that's one of the sad once... I wonder why I haven't posted it...
This is Dean...
When it comes to women Dean isn't tender or... affectionate. No. This man is a passionate lover. Not more. Not less. And don't interpret the expression 'lover' wrong. He doesn't 'love' the women, he's dating. He's just using them for his own pleasure. But hey… no woman would complain. Because he's, like already said, very passionate.
Food and alcohol. It's mysterious that this man stays athletic and slim like that. Of course he is well-trained, but he is eating all the damn time. When he's not eating you catch him drinking. Okay… that might be exaggerated. He also sleeps sometimes.
He's an awesome hunter. He can be downright cruel. He has no problems with seeing demon's blood. So much I can tell. And he knows how to handle weapons. He's better than his father ever was. Smart and rational... and careful when he has to clean them.
Ramble on… Led Zeppelin… Classic Rock… He's driving anyone around him crazy with this addiction. His tapes are NEARLY as important as his car.
He loves his car. Here you can really talk about 'love'. He adores his precious 67' Chevy Impala, the 'black, metallic lady' on Dean's side. She's the only woman, he always loved. He's taking care of this car like it's indeed a lady. He cleans it, washes it… even talks to… her, He's calling her his 'baby'. Sometimes it seams like he would merry her, if there was a place for a ring.
He always stays cool... not showing emotions. No true emotions.
I know him for an eternity now. He's always been like that.
Just like that...
I don't recognize him now, standing in front of me, shouting at me, his haunted eyes desperate. There is a lump in my throat. This is a picture I will never forget.
Not ever.
Sam lays behind him on the cot. Even now Dean protects his dead little brother.
And like he asked me to... I leave him alone... I leave him with his dead brother... I leave him with his liquor and I leave him with his tears.
I've never seen him cry before. Not once...
Yeah this is Dean... at least a part of him.
I guess not only Sam died that night...
And I'm not able to watch them both dead...
One of them dead outside... the other... inside.
It's killing me. I still hear Dean scream Sam's name.
Yeah this is Dean...
When it comes to Sam... Dean is... passionate... caring... irrational... gentle... and depended. How can we possibly fix that? It feels like a mother has lost his child... a father his family... a family their shelter... It's like losing a part of his own body... it's like losing his own fucking soul.
How can he possibly go on when a part of him has died?
Yeah this is Dean...
When it comes to Sam... he's just the big brother... the surrogate parent and the guardian he's always been.
I turn around to take a last look at the house, they're staying in right now.
I can't believe I'm leaving...