wrote this the night of December 31 and if 1 December thirty at night had nothing better to do than write a fic, and you can imagine my state of mind and emotional at the time, hence the result.
could be considered as a sort of sequel to The last rising of the dawn , but do not think it necessary to have read to understand this fic .
CHTMLdouble cheese with bacon and vaguely wondered also because his brother is with him. Dean then smiles when he recalls that Sam Ely last night ended in the middle of a bar fight when they shared a few beers together before finalizing the details to go in search of a nest of vampires, was beaten unforgettable a couple of drunken idiots.
have Sam, Sammy, back to his side, the child who was the father and brother, the young man who went to hell, the man who saved the world and absolutely nothing compares the joy that it does to your corazóny although everything could be reducedThe first drop will begin to join many others and Dean reluctantly have to enter, put on his shoulders, then sits down, touches the back of the head, no blood, rises slowly in case your knees do not want to cooperate, to stand up when the black shirt of AC / DC already wearing wet and stuck to the top of his torso, the wet grass tickled between toes feet, staggering a bit when he starts to walk, is in a small clearing surrounded by beeches, elms, oaks and willows, cold and drab appearance of the environment in contrast to the warm colors of the little cakes purple clouds on a cream background with the giant Sunfar too many, hundreds, thousands and has not heard any thunder only flashing that annoying static that seems to come, look around and now there are only worn trunks and is wading uphill in a sea of leaves that reaches to the knee, rot and decompose before your eyes and the rain is torrential rain and no part of his anatomy which has not felt and the damn fog over which we have not n to be there you can not see beyond their own outstretched arm. The road has to follow the path, is a persistent thought, urge him, forced him to continue, his breathing is erratic and agitated, the stitches in itI was debited with passengers ... "..." I never had the chance "Ok ?"... "I will find God" ...
"Dean."
" I stay away, I will keep everyone away!" ... " What is so worth saving? "..." Now you understand why I can not help ... "I would give anything to not have to do this" ... "I was getting too close to humans my position, you "& hellip, "I have questions, I have doubts, I do not know is right and wrong" ... "You should show some respect" ... "I am an angel of the Lord" & hellip ;
"
Castiel."
"Dean! Dean! ... old relief might come to frighten me. Almost you open the head of a coup and was unresponsive and seemed - agitated. We need to suture the wound in your arm will not be less than fifteen points and ... I managed not just to get you in the nest were many more ofwe thought ... okay, okay. "
Yes, I have psychological problems and an unhealthy obsession with seeing Castiel suffer as I felt so bad with myself after writing this I decided to translate a long history happier, a &
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