I wrote this for a prompt challenge type thing I'm doing on my LiveJournal account. But wanted to publish it here too.
The prompt word was Fear
It Wasn't…
It wasn't the fear of going to hell that twisted deep inside him.
It wasn't the pure terror of being torn apart by hellhounds.
It wasn't death that worried him and kept him up at night.
It was the thought of leaving…
Of leaving him.
All on his own.
To cope.
To fight.
To go on.
The fear of leaving his little brother behind.
The fear of not being there to protect him.
His Sammy.
That's what scared Dean the most.
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