Yeah. Demon. Sliced open her stomach, pinned her to the ceiling.
She was in Sammy’s room, checking up on him. Don’t remember much, just the heat, the look in my dad’s eyes. Carrying Sammy out the front door. Knew she wasn’t makin’ it outta that house.
[ he goes silent for a long moment, and this silence is heavy, wrought with anger and sadness. ]
Shoulda slept in her room that night. Could’ve done— something. Dunno what, just.
Wish she hadn’t got outta bed.
[ the rules that come with the winchester name didn’t come to pass until after that fire ate up the only thing keeping all of them sane. dean remembers his mom’s rules being to smile and remember that the sun will always come out in the morning. to remember that no matter what, someone will always love him. that he’s a strong boy, but it’s okay to cry sometimes and be weak. that he’s her little angel. ]
[ dad changed those rules. soldiers, all of them. careful, silent, obedient. loyal. ]
jo watches him, and after a long pause, it’s so apparent to her that his shoulders have always sagged with the weight of his words, and of his life-long guilt, and she thinks, how could i not have noticed before? how could i have been so blind?
her head leans carefully against his shoulder, her forearm pressed against the length of his forearm, and her eyes begging to close, but they stare into the dark, plagued by mental pictures too terrifying to let her mind linger on for too long.
but somehow, some way, she feels like she owes that much. to dean, and to his mother, and to their family, to think about what happened and not to push it out of her mind because it seems too painful to comprehend.
❛i’m sorry. i don’t you can’t hold that over yourself, dean. not if you don’t have to. ❜
he never second guessed what she said only questioned the intentions of the sudden need to travel. he embraced the feeling of the open road, the freedom it provided the wanderlust filled souls that travel upon its dusty roads. he couldn’t help but grin as the chilled feeling of his keys graced his skin as he put them in the ignition and setting off down the road with the blonde at his side..
« go go go go!»
she urges, as if she’s meeting any resistance on his part. with the dust kicking up ahead of them, & her hair flying around her face, she feels more free than she has in a long, long time. as the bar gets smaller and smaller in his rear-view mirror, she relaxes. finds her hand reaching for his, like a reflex.
“——-Shit.” He’s terrible at riding his skateboard, but for some reason he continues to do it. “Nah, it’s cool. I’m good.” He doesn’t even know who he’s talking too because no one asked.
a harsh, secret laugh bubbles from her lips at the sight of his tumble. it was obvious, even from where she stood, that he was shaky on the thing. but quickly, her conscience gets the better of her & she makes her way to stand above him.
❝—- did you hit your head, or did you talk to yourself before you fell?❞
