Summary: From disastrous consequences, the lessons in life are offered.
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Author's Notes: Pointless drabble, trying to get over writer's block. Dean's POV.
Rest for the Wicked
From disastrous consequences, the lessons in life are offered. Whether you accept them or not is your choice; a choice to be cursedly and blessedly ignorant, or to know and never be satisfied with the answer.
The gun calls to me yet again, and for just a second I answer, picking it up and relishing the possibilities. I seem to do that a lot lately; see something such as a bridge or a knife and I think just how easy it would be. I could jump off this bridge, I could slash myself up my arms, and I could blow my skull out of the back of my head. It is in one of these moments that I find myself right now. The click of the lock alerts me of him coming back into the room, towelling off his hair. He looks at me, forever the child and I am forever the face of bravery and courage. I am a never-ending fountain of badly timed jokes and a torrent of evil, a portal, which leads directly to him.
He doesn't see it. He wishes too often for ignorance. He's got the aftertaste of it in his mouth. Life kills me just a little more each day. Life gives me too few reasons to see tomorrow. Sam holds a reason and waves it in front of my face every time.
They say there is no rest for the wicked. I must be the wickedest man on Earth. I come close to rest, he comes, and I am put on life support against my will.
There has got to be a reason people live and love every minute of it. From disastrous consequences, the lessons in life are offered. The lesson has been told millions of times to me. But only now, dozing in the passenger seat looking up at Sam who is humming Metallica apparently believing I don't hear, the lesson finally does not fall on deaf ears. It simply says, "live." And I'll be god damned if I stop.
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