Exitium Sequi Odio SuiSummary: Dean is never good enough.
warning: implied slash.
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I know how you look in the mirror and hate what you see.
What do you mean? Dean could lie to himself. He was good at that.
He'd only spent his entire life lying to himself. About how he felt.
Hate what you see
None of it's true. Its just a bad dream.
Sam. The only thing that brings you happiness. Your only purpose for living.
I love my brother. The thought made him sick to his stomach. He pushed it away.
No.
And you'll never tell him, will you. You're a coward Dean, at best.
Its for him. If I told him, it would kill him.
Liar
He'll leave me. He won't love me.
Maybe he will. Maybe he does.
It doesn't matter. I can never have him.
Because you're going to die. You're going to become everything you've been trying to stop your brother from coming.
I'll die first.
That's a given. You got a few months, and then your soul is his. You become the devil's new toy; his puppet.
No! I'm better than that, I'm stronger.
Stronger, he scoffed, you don't even have the guts to look in the mirror and admit that every time you look at your brother your heart breaks because he isn't yours.
He is. He's always been mine.
Since the day he was born, yada yada, yada...not the way you want him too. Admit it Dean. You're a coward, and even if you told him you loved him, he'd never love you back.
No!
You're not worth his love. You're. Not. Good. Enough. You're father knew that, its why Sammy was his favorite.
Liar!
You're going to die, and he'll never know. He'll never know how twisted you really are.
He'll never know I love him.