Hello! If there is actually anyone waiting for this chapter, I apologize for it being so long since I posted it. Six months almost haha. Honestly I have just been kind of lazy. Also this chapter is pretty short. I was thinking if I write a bunch of short chapters, I can crank them out faster. I already know how this story is going to end but it is hard thinking of the journey to the end. To readers waiting for this chapter, I apologize again for this chapter taking a while to be released. To new readers, I hope you enjoy :-) Remember to leave feedback! And if you have any ideas of where the story can go, please feel free to leave your suggestions. It would help me a lot!
Dean woke up from his terrible nights sleep in pain. The way he laid down on his bed had caused his neck to stay at an awkward angle the whole night. His face felt swollen from crying all night. He knew there was nothing he could do to bring Sam back. Dean was interrupted by his stomach growling. He remembered that he had not eaten dinner the latter night.
Dean finally got the energy to stand up and make an effort to do something with his day. He walked across the cold floor on the bunker and headed into the kitchen. On his way to the kitchen he had noticed Kevin's stuff sprawled all over the table. Dean felt a pain in his stomach as he thought of how he kicked Kevin out the night before. He hated himself for what he did.
When Dean finally got to the kitchen he went right to the fridge. He pulled out the carton of eggs and opened it. There were 8 eggs left. He remembered the other day Sam had made four of them. Dean set the carton of eggs on the counter as he went to find a pan to cook the eggs in. Dean could not find a pan and was quickly getting frustrated. His anger was getting out of control. He usually had Sam there to keep him in check when his got angry.
The more Dean thought about Sam, the more he lost control. He lost control over his feelings, his body, and his mind. He crumpled onto the floor and screamed. He started crying. He felt pathetic. He has never cried this much in his life. He was always told to suck it up and be a man. He cried for probably ten minutes. His face was swollen and he could barely see. He suddenly heard a knock. Dean did not care what he looked like. He got up and answered the door.
"Hello, Dean" It was Cas.