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Saving people, hunting things. That used to be the family business. Up until about a month ago, when some big baddie came out of nowhere then left just as quickly.
Taking my leg with it.
That's right.
Gone. Absent. Vanished.
Just…gone.
A stump is the only remaining evidence that my leg used to be completely intact. That I used to be whole.
Who would've thought…the great Dean Winchester ending up like this? My name used to strike fear into the hearts of monsters and demons, but now the only place you'll find it is scribbled over the labels of pill bottles.
No one's too scared of a one-legged idiot hobbling around, now are they? I'm useless now. No one needs me anymore if they ever even did before.
That's what I tried to tell Sam and he said I was wrong, that he needs me. But I know the truth. He can't wait to get out of here.
Away from being cooped up in a hospital room for weeks, signing paperwork.
Away from sympathetic nurses and IV tubes.
Away from me dragging him down.
And I don't blame him…I'm a sinking ship, and I know he wants to jump off.
Maybe he can go live the life he's always wanted and save himself. Find some sort of life raft and get as far away from me as he can before the suction from my shipwreck of a life pulls him under too.
He keeps saying he's never going to abandon me like that, but I know he will. Sooner or later, it'll all be too much for him, and I'd rather him just do it now and get it over with.
After all, both of our lives don't have to be over.
Ha, guess I should've picked myself a hobby like Sammy told me to years ago, huh?
What am I supposed to do now? Stay at a motel all day while Sammy plays nursemaid? No. I never did like daytime television anyway..
Too dumb to just sit and read. Too legless to run. Guess sitting will be my hobby now, since it's the only thing I'm good at. Seems like I've been doing a lot of that nowadays.
And I can't go home. Not really. Because the Impala and the open road was my home, but it's hard to live life on the open highway when you can't even operate a break system.
Sammy says it'll be okay. He talks about how I can learn to live with it. But he just doesn't get it.
It was never supposed to end like this…
It was supposed to end with guns blazing. I was supposed to go down protecting my family. But I didn't go down. Not completely. I'm still alive...if you can call this living.
I wish that goddamn monster had just killed me then and there. Finished the job. Anything would be better than this..
…my name is Dean Winchester. And I might as well be dead.