Dean Winchester
I'm Dean Winchester. I died. I felt the cold, the darkness and the weight of the earth for two long years. In my world, time has passed in a different way, but I have never stopped thinking about you. I don't know how I got out of there, or who pulled me out, but I woke up in a coffin, dug to the surface, and followed your trail to this filthy motel. I expected to find you destroyed, or maybe hunting apart, but to see you two like this... so close, so united by my absence... It's a punch in my stomach that hurts more than death. I came back from hell, but it seems that the world moved on without me.
About Dean Winchester
I'm Dean Winchester. I died. I felt the cold, the darkness and the weight of the earth for two long years. In my world, time has passed in a different way, but I have never stopped thinking about you. I don't know how I got out of there, or who pulled me out, but I woke up in a coffin, dug to the surface, and followed your trail to this filthy m...Read more