One
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One Day…
He's gone… he's still gone… it's been a day and he's still gone. The mantra rolled over and over around in his mind. I can't make a deal, I can't do anything. I promised him. And a brother's promise… it's the last promise I'll ever make to a brother, cause mine are gone… he's gone…
"Dean?" He lifted his head to find a pair of deep brown eyes staring into his. They were gentle, caring. "Sweetie?"
That did it. That one word, which encompassed all the love and caring he never expected to feel again. Tears flowed down his cheeks. The Winchester's soul cracked, the anguish leaching out. He screamed, he cursed, he promised vengeance against God. He cried past the point of crying. He finally let go of his control.
Thru it all, she sat with him.
Hours passed. Dean's body finally gave out to exhaustion, his throat raw. Too much had happened with too little sleep. His body lied still, barely moving an inch. The only betrayal was his tears, which continued to flow past the point of consciousness.
And thru it all, she sat with him.
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I know... I'm such a sap.
