WOW: nail

Word count: 100

Summary: The Mark calls to Dean


Find me, it whispers, a shivering ice pick impaling Dean's brain. A crystal tumbler of amber liquid sits in front of him, an empty bottle beside it. Dean cracked the seal an hour ago or maybe two but alcohol doesn't numb his thoughts the way it used to.

I'm all you need. Dean picks up the glass and drains it, red rimmed eyes staring dully into a horrifying future where that is true. The Mark knows him, understands what he's always been.

It's the final nail in the coffin he's been building around himself since he was four years old.