Disclaiming all nothing is mine, currently not even the computer I'm writing this on. And that's the damn good truth.
A/N: It isn't meant to be a drabble. Cause everyone knows that a drab is One and Hundred and this is 150 at least, I think. I just felt short and confusing and sad was John at that moment. No need for long winded dialouge or self-evaluation and whatnot.
AA/N: Title is a tiny twist from the Death Cab for Cutie song. Love that song.
Enjoy!
Chapter Two: If I Could Follow You into the Dark pt 1b
It was the only one left. The picture he'd found in the glove compartment. He missed her, and it was part of her. So he held it feeling the fire of warmth flowing into him with the aide of amber liquid. It called to him the picture of his Mary. Gave him dreams of walking into her arms and leaving the crumbling all behind. The picture made him want to, it did. The picture of her laughing with the children. Taking another swig of the bottle in the paper and fumbling with the cold metal of the only thing that could give him peace, John Winchester let it, the picture, slip down the edge into six feet of nothingness. It hurt yes, but the damn tunnel still had three pinpoints of life on his side. For now the darkness wouldn't win but he would still play with the shadows.