Mercy
His knees buckle and he falls to the earth. Leather clad shoulders slump with a weight that would rival Atlas's, and something swells in his chest. A cold, dark agony that suffocates and radiates. Lurks in the shadows of his mind. Chews at his soul.
This has been going on for years.
But now that Dean Winchester has given everything to save the world, it's too much.
Too heavy.
Jade eyes turn to the sky. Lips part.
"Mercy."
A whisper.
"Mercy!"
A scream. A plea for peace.
The hem of his jacket grazes his fingers. He sticks his hand inside the pocket and pulls out a nickel plated .45.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Supernatural. I am not affiliated with the CW or Supernatural in any way. Which is disappointing, but so is life. Hence writing/fanfiction.