I saw Dean again that night, he sat down and immediately put his face into his hands. Has I approached the table he looked up and gestured for me to sit down.
"What's up Dean?" I asked with curiosity in my voice.
"Did you mean what you said?
"About always being here and that you can always talk to me? Yes, Dean. I am serious and I did mean it. What do you want to talk about?" He paused, took a quick glance around the room, and proceeded to say,
"I'm broken." Tears began welling into his eyes as a sob quickly overtook his body.
"How so Dean?" I inquired, to me. He wasn't broken, I was. I was a homosexual that was homeless and has multiple scars adorning my arms and legs.
Dean simply took off his outer layer of cloth to reveal only one set of words repeated three times on his chest. "YOUR FAULT CASTIEL" the words were written horizontally on his chest. Then he began chanting "THIS IS YOUR FAULT CASTIEL, THIS IS YOUR FAULT CASTIEL" over and over. That was until I felt a rather cold sensation overtake me and awoke me from my nightmare (the nightmares happen often). Max was staring at me, with eyes full of hatred and I knew in that moment. I had awoken from one hell, to be dropped into another one