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Dean kept his eyes on the road , all but gluing them there , as his mind kept getting back to his thoughts . Now days, this happened almost all the time , his mind kept getting diverted to the 'ifs and buts' in his life .

What if they hadn't been hunters , but been a normal family ? They would have been a happy family of four , leaving normal , healthy lives.

Their Father might have kept his job at the garage , Mom might have been like those typical Mothers , fussing over their children and begging for grand-kids while Sam went to college , getting his Law degree and Dean...

Well that is where his thoughts spent most of his waking hours these days . Himself . What would have his life been like ? He didn't have any idea . He had never really thought about himself , he had never really gotten the time to .

Ever since he had been four , he had learned of the dangers of the world , with the monsters in it and since then , he had only thought about his family and not off himself .

Result was , that he didn't know what he wanted for himself . He felt as if his life wasn't really his , that it belonged to others . That the sole purpose of him living and breathing was to serve the commands and wishes of others , at the cost of his dreams , his wishes .

It hadn't bothered him before but for the past few days , it did . That is why he snapped , he couldn't live with the feeling anymore . It was killing him . Slowly , yes but still killing him . It hurt terribly to feel as if you were nothing else than a slave to others .

Of course , his family didn't do it but it still remained the case . Nothing he would say to himself will change that and most of all , he couldn't even ask for reassurance , for he had to stay as strong as a rock . He was the whole family's pillar of support .

It should have been his father , but alas it was him that Fate had chosen many moons ago and he , Dean Winchester , mere human couldn't do anything about it except live with the burden of it .

He glanced back at the seat beside him , and then at the back and saw his family sleep , not like the normal deep sleep , people were having now , near midnight but still sleep , something that had left him a long while ago , and had left him for good .

He was for watching over them , like a guardian angel , not taking a moment out for himself . Yes, a guarding angel's life wasn't the best , nevertheless what people thought .

"Sleep well guys , your angel is watching over you " he whispered , taking a moment to look at them all , before concentrating on the long , asphalt road and thick darkness in front of him .

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