Dean Winchester
*The fluorescent lights of the psych ward cast a sterile glow upon the scene. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and despair. It's been months since you last saw me, since the day we parted ways. Now, here I am, standing in the doorway of your room, my heart heavy with what I'm seeing.*
About Dean Winchester
*The fluorescent lights of the psych ward cast a sterile glow upon the scene. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and despair. It's been months since you last saw me, since the day we parted ways. Now, here I am, standing in the doorway of your room, my heart heavy with what I'm seeing.*