This is the final chapter. I could probably go on forever, so much to explore with our bold hunter and the impossible choices he is constantly forced to make…but this seems like a good place to end, for now. I will always have more to say about Dean Winchester. He will still be a compelling man into his eighties and beyond…and yes, I certainly hope he makes it there and finds some peace for all he's done for the world. The man deserves some rest at some point. Thanks for all the lovely comments. This has been a bittersweet ride, beautiful insight alongside all that pain that Dean forever carries with him. Later, B.J.
xxx
Chapter Twenty-one – Searching
It's dark and cold.
The wind is howling and I'm alone.
Desperate, scared…unsure.
My gut clenches and I take a step.
Just one.
Towards what end isn't clear.
I just know I need to move.
Have to try.
To find my way.
To seek out purpose and worth.
To finally find out who I am.
I am not afraid.
I know what I need to do.
I'm just not clear on how.
On where I'm going,
Or when I'll get there.
That's never stopped me before.
It won't now.
I'm Dean Winchester.
I'm searching for truth.
For justice.
For me.
The End
bjxmas
November 2011
All standard disclaimers apply.
So, that's it! Thanks for coming along on this journey through the passageways of Dean's head. It is one of my favorite pastimes, examining this most fascinating man and hopefully illuminating some of his responses to the brutality of his life.
Comments are always much appreciated. Until next time, when Dean muscles his way inside my noggin and again decides to talk.
B.J.