"Confession is always weakness. The grave soul keeps its own secrets, and takes its own punishment in silence." -Dorothea Dix

I suppose it would be too much to ask for a simple goodbye note? A 'so long, nice to know ya'?

A jump off a rooftop, a fall back in time, a swan dive into the pit, and I am left alone.

I sent you to your death, I sent you away, I still regret every word spoken, spat, snarled at you.

You machine!

Come along Pond, please.

If you walk out that door, don't you ever come back!

I broke you apart since you were young, since we were kids, and from the day we met.

Just one more job, case, adventure. Only ever one more until we're done.

But that was never enough for you.

You with your big heart and empty smile. You want kids and a normal life and to finally beat the monster under the bed that spits curses at you and sullies your reputation.

You blinked, you jumped, and now I am left alone. My brother, my friend, my companion is gone, gone, gone.

You were trying to protect me, softly spoken words meant for comfort.

Goodbye John.

I'll be with him, like I should be. Me and Rory together.

It's ok, Dean. It's gonna be ok. I've got him.

There 's pity in Lestrade's, River's, Castiel's, Bobby's eyes and I don't want their pity, their sympathy.

I want to rage at the world at the injustice that you are gone and dead and I am alone with your ghosts.

I reached for your still warm wrist, I reached for the vision of you that was no longer in the cemetery, hell Sammy, I don't even have a body to bury.

You are gone and I am alone and what am I suppose to do now?

My partner in crime solving, my fiery companion, my pain-in-the-ass little brother.

What the hell am I suppose to do now?

There's no closure, you weren't suppose to die; not on my watch.

But you're gone.

And I'm alone.

I'll never get to tell you how much better my life is because I had you in it.

And you'll never know how much I love you.

Because I was always too afraid to tell you.

And now it's too late.

So, goodbye my old friend. Somehow, I'll find some way to survive without you.

It's the only thing I can do now.

I'm not really sure with this came from, but here it is.

This is suppose to be from the combined pov of John, Dean, and the Doctor. So, sorry if there was any confusion.

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