A/N 1: For those who may not have heard the news, this morning in a small town 80 miles away from me, a mentally unhinged man started a house on fire and then shot at the first firefighters who arrived on the scene, wounding 2 and killing 2.

A/N 2: While this story could be the POV of just about anybody in Supernatural, (especially any Winchester) I wrote it for ~and dedicate it to~ everyone who has lost someone this year, or any year.


Christmas Eve.

Another week and this year would finally be over.

This horrible year.

So much loss. So much devastation.

So many misunderstood words and intentions and efforts.

So many promises impossible to fulfill.

So many regrets impossible to put right.

So much death.

So much pain.

Too much.

There was no balm that would ease it, no whiskey that could erase it.

Nowhere to run.

No way to hide.

There was only walking forward, dragging a lifetime of 'didn't' and pushing a lifetime of 'should have'.

Heading for a horizon that was forever a lifetime away.

The End