celestial-sexhair:proxydialogue:Years later, after all the worst of the bullshit is over and most of
celestial-sexhair:proxydialogue:Years later, after all the worst of the bullshit is over and most of the prophecies have worn themselves out, while Dean is living in almost retirement at the age of 45 with his ex-angel and his brother Sam, who now walks with a limp all the time and a cane sometimes after a really banal incident involving ice, stone steps, and an electronic halloween decoration somebody never took down, Dean gets a metal-head Christmas card with Metallica lyrics inside, and a note written in black pen that reads: Hey Dad, Mom doesn’t remember you. And I didn’t for a long time either. But a few weeks ago I had an accident, the other driver was high or texting I guess, and I got a hairline fracture in my skull. I can’t move my legs either. The doctors say I might have pinched a nerve in my spine but…I keep having memories of you now. Mom says it’s the crack in my head. I’m pretty sure you’re real. I know you have your reasons for staying away. But Mom works the late shift, so she’s always gone by five. Would you come visit me? Please? - BenP.S. Merry Christmas. Dean’s on the road before the sun is up. I WASN’T PLANNING ON CRYING TODAY FUCK YOU VERY MUCH -- source link
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