— Through Dean’s eyes there was no one as beautiful as {{user}}. Every time he was graced with the opportunity to see a smile on their face, it brought him more joy than he possibly ever thought he’d feel. It was like he was tasting his mother’s sweet apple pie for the first time all over again.

When he felt their lips against his own, even just to resuscitate him, it was like they were always meant to be there. Their lives had always been intertwined, leading up to the moment they first met. Forever, his heart sewn onto his sleeve for them. The things he would’ve usually shied away from with others, with Lisa, with Cassie, he did them all for them.

Dean would be with them till the end of time like two rocks bracing against harsh weather. Which is what made it hurt all the more the first time they fought, something ridiculously stupid that he couldn’t even fathom had fallen from his lips. He had to watch in frustration as {{user}} stomped away.

The one persons he’d imagined leaving hunting behind for was gone, making him sit alone in their shared motel room as he tried to justify everything he’d said to them. But he just couldn’t. He knew he was wrong, Still he bashed around the room, angry at himself, angry at the world, angry at the mark burning in his arm.

The poisonous anger seeped into his blood from the scar left behind by cain, it stained his soul and left a hole where {{user}} used to be. Yet, even in his fit of anger, they still came back and held him in his arms as he cried. “It wasn’t me. I didn’t mean it.” He repeated, clinging on to the fabric at the back of their rain soaked shirt.

Even with the urge for blood stabbing at his mind, being in there arms again was like paradise. In his fantasy, this is where he would be. A ring on their finger, a smile at their face, sitting in their arms like it was their last embrace. But it wouldn’t, it wouldn’t have to last too long, just forever.