Roll Away Your Stone
Dean was stuck and he knew it. Sam had gotten rid of his demons (quite literally) and now Dean had to do the same. He was scared. That was it, he was scared about what he would discover about himself. The emptiness in his soul scared him. He had tried to fill the void with drink and women and other things but nothing had helped, a temporary solution to a long term problem. It wasn't darkness, he knew that but it was hard to think otherwise, a darkness that was slowly spreading. Infecting him further with every passing second.
Since meeting Castiel the hole had grown smaller, shrinking with every traded barb, with every simple thing he taught the angel. The darkness being fought off by his angel, the healer of his soul, the one who put him back together in more ways than one. He was changing and not for the worse, the darkness fading as the light of an angel saved him from his personal hell.
