10 Song Drabbles.
Zzyzx Rd. - Stone Sour
Dean was tired, so boneachingly exhausted that he did not think he could do anything more. The world had been saved, had been saved eight months ago and he was alone. Sam was dead, Castiel had returned to Heaven and Dean had gone about returning to his job, the only thing that he had ever known. Alone. No one to bounce ideas off, no one to tell him to tone it down a little, no one to make him see the potential good in people, because now all he saw was evil and hate and pain and he wanted to get away from it all.
All his life he had been given guidance and direction. Now he had nothing and no one and he could not remember the last time that he ate but could not care as he took another long swig from the bottle of Jack and contemplated the .45 in his hands. It was not the first time that he had considered it, every other time he had put it away without going through with it.
"Dean," the rusty voice of Castiel filled his mind, "don't"
"I'm too tired, Cas, I'm just so damn tired."
Reviews are little Castiel's flying above our head and mini Dean's under our beds.
Artemis