I'm sorry...

As usual no one was there to answer his thoughts.

It's all my fault...

If he only had thought, fought back maybe. Hell, even trying to save her would have helped. But no.

If I hadn't of screwed up... you'd still be alive.

He clutched the burnt photograph, calloused fingertips brushing the charred edges next to her face.

You didn't deserve to die.

He stood up from his perch on the rickety wooden chair, Jim Bean sloshing out of the bottle in his right hand onto the moldy carpet floor. The photo still clutched in his left fluttered to the ground, giving the dark a splash of sepia pallor. He stumbled in his drunken state to the remaining bed in the light-less motel room, muttering words of disgrace to himself. In minutes, he was asleep, the picture forgotten on the floor.

In all her beauty – golden blonde locks, charming slip of a smile – she lay unremembered for the time being, forever stuck in the old photograph as merely a memory.


Well, yes, a one-shot. Please don't have a heart-attack...

Anyways, I thought this may be a good idea, because, well, for one reason, you have no way of knowing who im talking about. muahahahahahahah!

John/Mary? Dean/Jo? Sam/Jess? Or maybe this whole thing is AU... Remember, reviews are like crack - addicting.

Thank you, my beloved fellow, spn-loving, fanfic-writing, review-adoring, obsessed-with-cookies(idk), peoples. - Mae

P.S. - next chapter of A)Angels B)Demons C)None of the Above will be out soon as possible! :DDD