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Hi everyone, here is a short fic that sadly describes a moment that many people with depression feel. I hope I've done justice to the topic.
Please let me know what you think.
Enjoy!
Another meaningless stretch of road, on their way to another round of their war to save a world that seemed to want to fall apart, Dean Winchester was officially over it.
Dean couldn't understand how his brother was holding it together. Lucifer was messing around in his mind, and still Sam kept fighting. Maybe he just needed to sleep? Dean supposed it was possible that if he could just get some rest, then maybe everything would seem better.
But he couldn't sleep, not really.
The road just seemed to continue on, an endless stretch.
Dean was startled out of his thoughts as he felt the car start to drift off course, but maybe everything was off course. He'd been meaning to check out what was going on with the steering for weeks now, but Dean just couldn't seem to make himself care enough to do the work.
There, it happened again, Dean noticed that the car steered just a little tightly around a bend, it was hard to bring it back under control, to stay on the road.
Control, what an interesting term. Dean had never had control, not really. Maybe Dean had managed to keep up appearances, to seem as though he had everything figured out, but most of the time he was scared, a frightened child whose world was a mess, not that different to that young boy who had watched his mother burning on the ceiling.
Then as Dean's thoughts drifted again, so did the car, Dean realized that he could just let go of the steering wheel, and the car would leave the road, he could finally leave this world.
Wouldn't it be easy, just let go, and it would all be over?
Wouldn't it be easy?
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