Post-S7. "While Dean is more inclined to drown his pain in the bitter fumes of alcohol, I prefered to be more subtle. I liked to press it down between the pages of old leather journals, and iron it into the stiff collar of a fed suit. But regardless of how much I buried myself in the job, no matter how many monsters I've killed, or demons I've exorcised, the pain never goes away."
Rated: T - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,718 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 4 - Published: 9/10/2012 - Sam W., Dean W. - Complete