Disclaimer: Nope, don't own supernatural or the poem.
Note: This series is my new slash toy. All parings will be popping up...what can I say? I love diveristy in my fandom. This is going to be a series of slash vignettes.
Snapshots
Too much Coffee & Too Much Cigarettes
O' God it's wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much
Their life wasn't perfect, he knew that. Sometimes it was a living, breathing, walking nightmare. Sometimes he thought about what the easy way out would be,
He lay in bed, in some crappy motel in the middle of the continental U.S. and thought about what the easy way out was. Flooring the gas and driving into the thruway barrier at a couple hundred miles an hour? It had been tempting sometimes.
No one knew it, but he sat there for hours after Sam left and considered it, it seemed like a very real possibility. He couldn't handle the broken heart anymore.
He pumped the clutch, and pressed his foot down on the ignition and as soon as it jumped forward, he slammed his foot back down on the brakes. He wasn't sure if the screeching shudder was running through his body or hers.
Even if he wanted to die, how could he do it to her? She was the only one he had that never caused him pain. She was always there for him.
She built him up, and Sam tore him down. It was the way it had always been, but as long as he has her…he thought maybe he could survive.