Choices

by deanwinchestermarkofcain

Dean glanced at the heart monitor as it responded with slow, unstable beats. He could hear the rasping breath of his brother, and could see the sheets following the pattern of Sam's breath. Dean glanced at the 'hang in there' calendar and there it was, the cause of Sam's condition. "2215 May 21st" He whispered to himself and put his sweaty palms in saddened face."Sorry Bro"

A man cannot be alone,

It will crush him,

Corrupt him,

And eventually,

Destroy him,

Through all, he lives for,

Forever with his brother,

Forever with the angel on his shoulder,

Forever with Baby,

Forever with the Mark,

Forever with memories,

of the good and bad,

For he cannot forget.

The ones who could have had,

The chance to be free,

For, that is all he wants,

For, that is all he needs,

To want and need,

To not plea and greed.

To sit in stone and hear the bone,

of the blade shining in blood,

Shining in Horror,

Shining in Death,

To hear the rumbling,

of the blows it brings,

to experience the disaster,

it carries.

-The Mark of Cain-

Silence from the room itself was too unbearable, it seeped through the brown and pale walls as it demolished Dean's hope.