This story is about Dean's break after harsh Sam's words. It's kinda after The Purge or something. J
Hi everyone! So, I write this story weeks ago, just was too lazy to publish it I guess. There are more chapters, I'm just translating it to English :D English is not my native language, and I'm not 100 precent good at it. So, there might me mistakes, and there are, i'm sure of it, but i am doing my best :D . Don't be pissed at me because of it! J - Ieva
Chapter 1
No, Dean, I wouldn't.
These words make Dean's heart shatter to small, tiny pieces.
He felt like something inside had broken broken broken, like glass shattering shattering shattering...
He never felt worse in his life, not even in Hell.
His brother had betrayed him. For all impossible ways. He said he don't trust him. Don't need him. That he is not worth saving.
'I'm nothing. Nothing. Sammy hates me. He hates me. He don't want to be brothers with me. He probably wants to see me dead. I never thought that I am such a disappointment. I never knew what he really thinks about me. But he truly thinks, that I'm pathetic. Worthless. Unneeded. Disappointment. Burden. Such a fragile broken thing.
They all were right, after all. I am nothing. Just a burden. I don't deserve to live. All I've deserve is to burn in Hell for what I did. Nothing more...' Dean thought.
He was sitting in the kitchen and drinking second bottle of whiskey.
Sam left him hours ago, but he couldn't go to sleep. Couldn't relax. All memories, all the things that he had ever done were running through his head like roll caster. He felt nothing. He was in the bottom of the blackest hole, and there was no way out of it.
He felt 100 percent worthless.
Now nothing was important.
Now he hated himself so much, so damn much! He couldn't even hold back tears; they were streaming down his face and crashing on the floor.
Not like anyone can come in and see them.
He started to shake, even had to put a bottle of whiskey on the table. It was almost empty.
Dean smirked.
'That bottle is as empty as I am'
He angrily wiped away tears and stood up.
Then laughed.
'Gee, Sam, I think you are right. I'm pathetic. Now I know why you hate me. Well, I hate me too now. Maybe more.'
Dean headed straight to his room. He felt so damn tired. He just wanted to sleep and never wake up again.
He hardly fell on the bed.
Head was pounding like someone was hitting it with a damn hammer. He felt like shit.
Then he just closed his eyes, still wet with tears, and forced himself to sleep.
Because reality was just too bad.