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Author's Note: An angsty little piece, taking place when Sam got infected by the mad prison doctor and shot Dean with the sawed off shotgun full of rock salt. Tell me what you think... Enjoy.
The Beautiful South
Bang
Bang.
The sound echoes through the room hauntingly, it's quietening noise simultaneously better and worse.
He knows that this sound – the sound of this one shot in particular – will haunt his nights to come. And yet, when the gun is offered to him, he takes it and pulls the trigger. And again. And again.
He doesn't think his guilt will ever wash away and he has newfound empathy for Lady Macbeth. For her, it was blood, for him, it's the sound of an empty gun. But he's wrong. It's the look on Dean's face that forever imprints on his soul.