Ummmm, yeah….ummm…I cried writing this, dunno why, but maybe you'll all just go eww…so…it a warning for both (sadness and grossness, ummm maybe) LOL….yeah…
I own nothing, but the huge amount of grammar/spelling errors. Sorry. Oh and the title is taken out of a song called Fray by Staind. Yup, Bug...I finally came up with a title...I knew Staind would never fail me!
Enjoy…
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"Dean!"
Sam's tears were cascading down his cheeks, finally getting lost on his brother's bloody face.
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Dean is standing in the street, rain glistering on the asphalt, night all around him, when a vampire chops off his head; screaming.
Dean is running through a forest, trees bending down to catch him, ripping him apart…hair, skin, muscle; screaming.
Dean is driving the Impala, his hands glued to the steering wheel, until he crashes into a truck and every bone in his body cracks; screaming.
Dean is yelling, until he starts to bleed from his mouth, tearing his throat into little pieces; screaming.
Dean is running, until the bones in his legs break and his skin falls off; screaming.
Dean is placing an arm upon your shoulder, but when you move it away, his whole hand remains on your jacket…still gripping it tight; screaming.
Dean is lying on the floor, blood running from long cuts all over his body; screaming.
Dean is having his arms bend in unnatural angles, bone cracking; screaming.
Dean is saying: "Sammy!" and clutches your little hand in his and falls asleep; crying.
Dean is saying: "Bitch." and you're saying: "Jerk." and you slap him on his back but your hand goes straight through him; screaming.
Dean is standing near the Impala, back to you, and when you turn him around, half of his face is missing; screaming.
Dean is rubbing at his wrists, you tell him: "Dean, man…stop." but he's not listening, he's rubbing those shackles up and down his wrists, scraping skin; screaming.
Dean is whispering: "I don't wanna die." and he dies; screaming.
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Gasping for air that wasn't there, Sam woke up in a dark room. His head was throbbing, the ceiling murky, the taste in his mouth hollow, the smell in his nose full of iron…sometimes he could still smell Dean's blood.
Need more Whiskey…need Ruby…
Hair glued to his forehead, his chest shaking, his eyes watering, his lips parting, his lungs starving, his arms shaking, his legs bending, his palms sweating, his heart beating, his fingers clenching and unclenching, his stomach clenching and turning…he could feel the edges of his sanity fray…slowly.
He left out a silent wail …the first night in a month that he could close his eyes into darkness, drunk himself into oblivion…and the dreams came back.
He clutched the sheets in a death grip, when he lowered himself back on the mattress, his weary head hitting the soft pillow. Breathing in the leftovers of a day gone by. He rotated his head to his right, the bed next to him still empty. It had been for a month now. Dean was still in Hell.
Gonna getcha out, man…
He could feel a pressure on his chest, a though almost suffocating him. A feeling of loneliness, a feeling of...
Dean IS in Hell.
One hitch in his breath and he closed his eyes, but not a single tear came out.
"Gonna getcha out…" he told the empty bed.
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"Sammy!" his little brother's name that tore from his raw throat was like a prayer on his lips; stuck with hooks in his body and a coppery taste in his mouth.
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The End