Dean gloats at the memory of my expression. I'm sure of it. My one moment of vulnerability. Even as I dole out my punishment for his sin, I can feel the pride coursing through him. Ambrose has danced around this danger for months, warming his hands against the ire he's raised in me but oh he's done it now. He doesn't know. HE DOESN'T KNOW! He doesn't know what he's done! These broken pieces are more than just furniture. More than just nails and varnish. More than just the hate burned into the very wood. We're so very alike, you and I Dean. But you've broken my heart. And now I'm going to break you.
And now you're broken. Ragged gasping breath and clutching fingers. Do you feel it now, Dean? How does it feel to have your world shattered? To have the breath stolen from your lungs? HOW DOES IT FEEL?! There's no saving grace for you know. She won't take you into her arms and wipe the hateful tears away. She won't rock you in the same chair Daddy occupied like a throne. Let me save you, Dean. Let me hold you. There's still time. I can piece you back together. I can help fill the gaps Mommy and Daddy left in your soul. I can fix you.
I'll be here when you're ready