Entry 6.99/08
Dean is slipping. Like a bald tire on a wet road.
I can feel the exhaustion in him like I was carrying it myself. An extra weight that almost drives him to the ground and I don't know why, or how to help him.
I thought it was bad when he 'died'. This is much worse. This is seeing him die, one little piece by one little piece. Everyday.
He cries once in awhile, but not like I have ever seen him cry before, not even when John die. Not even when Sam did.
It's a sobbing sound that racks me raw and makes me want to lock the doors, turn up the heat and never, ever let him slip away in to the cold world.
But he still slips.