peach-coke:“Dean…?”, the young man asks and Dean feels like dying.He knows it&rsq
peach-coke:“Dean…?”, the young man asks and Dean feels like dying.He knows it’s not Sam; Not his Sam anyways, because he was there. He was there when the Boy King fell and his world tilted off its axis forever, all those years ago. But the last shred of humanity he still holds is aching, doesn’t care, doesn’t want to know why, how.“Say it again,” he says and is met with confusion in the eyes he’s been missing in what feels like too many lifetimes.“My name. Say it again.”“Dean,” Sam whispers as he’s asked and the voice Dean’s only been left hearing in his nightmares for a painful myriad of years sends him right onto his knees. Keep reading -- source link
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