What Type Of Weave Does Myammee Have A hint of unease

This is Not Exactly a sequel of my previous fic, The last break of dawn , although I think one first reading That Would somehow help to UNDERSTAND ITS context. I guess it CAN stand alone, pero now I'm sure it Can Be a bit confusing, so it works Better if you check the first one I Mentioned Above.

Warnings: This is Unbetable-ed and I ' m mildly insane. Spoilers up to 6x11.


Here the English version: A hint of concern.


At the end There is a little drawing, I did not make it Especially for this fic, pero I think it fits ... (Ok, I jens of tiny water dots on the cheek of the man who lies still on the forest clearing, Dean puckers his lips, mutters something unintelligible that might be a swearing, he snaps his eyes open and squeezes them close again when he becomes aware of the acute, stabbing pain in his head. He feels dizzy, and his right forearm is driving him crazy, a mere drop won't get him up.

All what comes to his mind in that moment is a vivid image of a warm, juicy double bacon cheeseburger, his stomach growls, and for a second he wonders vaguely why the hell his brother isn't there with him. Then the corners of Dean's mouth curl up into a half grin when he remembers that last night he and Sam ended up in the middle of a bar fight when they were sharing aFEW beers,

like in the old times , Before Their going back to motel room to finalize the details of Their plan to gank a couple of vamps They Had Been tracking for past three days, They knocked out Some drunks.
I finally have Sam back with him, Sammy, the boy I Took care of and raised, Being brother, friend and father at once, the man have doomed to hell for Himself, the One Who Overcame the devil In His game, and absolutely nothing dog compare with the joy it settles in the historical core of Being. And Even if it's just a borrowed illusion, Even if a little push to the right brick Could set free unspeakable horrors and tear apart, and suppress, and destroy Every single speck of What His brother really is, snatching Sam away from him one more time, it doesn't ruin his mood, because it won't happen, he won't let it happen, he won't
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But still, deep down, there is something itching. Something – Lisa and Ben, maybe. He knows he misses them, but Lisa's words still echo in his head, and the memory of their last encounter refuses to die and continues hunting him, the look in her eyes, the way the kid's heartbeat raced up in silent dread when he shoved him against that wall – No, it's not that. He could try to explain himself, ask them for a second chance, he wants to , but no, the farther he's from them the safer they'll be…
how could he have been so selfisckling his toes. He staggers a little when he starts walking aimlessly. He is in a small forest clearing surrounded by birches, elms, oaks and willows, the cold and grayish of the closer environment contrasting with the warm pastel colors of the cottony clouds in the sky above him and with the colossal white moon lighting the day.

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The temperature has dropped, the shower has got worse and fuses in a chaotic chord with the leafy green roof, Dean is not sure for how long he's been walking, but he must have gone deep into the thick woods because all he can see now is an endless tangle of trees and the narrow path that snakes slightly upwards, the path . He takes a wrong step, slides on the damp ground and I reflexively Nearest Takes hold of the branch, But It Gives Way and sending Dean breaks down a couple meters rolling, I Had not Realized Was So the steep terrain, now part of His jeans and T Are as historical His muddy bare feet as I stand up, I always

does, and for the first time I notices the lightnings sparking in the distance, seeping in-through the stems and the foliage, too many to count Them, Hundreds, Thousands, yet I Heard Any hasn't Thunders, only That annoying buzz of static That Seems to come close, I Feels So
dizzy. He Keeps walking, looks around and There Are No More Than ragged trunks all over, and he's wading knee height uphill Against a tide of dead leaves That rot and decompose in front of historical eyes, the rain has become a torrential downpour and no part of his anatomy remains immune to its onslaught. The path, he has to follow the path

, the thought is insistent, urges him, forces him to continue. His breathing is uneven, agitated, the stabs in his head are worsening and a coppery smell reaches his nostrils while his trying to go forward, it's unbearable, familiar, and the hum is raising octave after octave and Dean can't do more than cover his ears as hard as he can in a despaired attempt to save his drums. He sighs relieved as the cacophony slowly fades into a far echo, leaving behind only the tireless tapping of the rain and a sight that has his eyes suddenly widening in flat awe, a cadaverous, grim, well known frame in front of him, on either flank,ellip;

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"Dean."

" I'll hold him off! I'll hold them all off! "..." What is so worth saving? "..." Just so you UNDERSTAND why I can not help "..."
For What It's Worth, I Would

Not Give Anything To Have you do this

"..." I was getting too close to the Humans in my charge. You "..." I have questions, I Have Doubts, I Do not Know What is What is right and wrong anymore "..." Should You show me some respect "..." I'm

The Impala roars to STI liking, the sky is clear, the weather is mild, and the long road in front of welcomely opens Them. His life is going as well as it Can Be, But, Even so, Dean Feels a hint of unease in His chest and I just Does not Understand why.

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Sorry for the mistakes You Probably Have found, Sometimes my Inglés embarrassed me. Just in case, There Are A Few more drawings

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Any comment, opinion, suggestion, or insult Death Threat Will Be Highly appreciated.