Dean sold the Impala, no longer needing a passenger seat.
His brother was done, dead. Castiel had killed him, Dean had
desperately tried to save his brother. Only to fail and be left
alone. Both where dead.
Dean was alone, no one to watch over him like Castiel did,
no one to talk him out of things like Sam did. He was alone.
The impala had just become a sad reminder of his past. Of
his brother. Of what use to be. He no longer needed Baby, he
had no need for passenger, and no need for extra room for
guns and knives. So he got a motorcycle.
He spent so long after the two had died trying get them
back. Only to fail in the end. He was done. Tired of searching.
Dean headed out. Riding down the long narrow road away
from the bunker one last time. Gun tucked in to his old worn
leather jacket. Musical full volume as he headed on to a main
road.
Speeding through the crowded streets out of the town. He
didn't look back.
Dean stopped a mile out from the town line. Nothing
around, only trees and the road. He leaned against the
motorcycle, twirling his gun around.
Tears started to flow down his face as he thought of his
brother, and how he killed Castiel.
A song he had only heard once before started to play.
«Carry on my way ward son, there will be peace when you're
done,» He flipped the gun open and loaded it.
Tears still flowing from his bright green eyes he held the
gun up. «Lay your weary head to rest,»
He mouthed the words as he pulled the trigger. «Don't you
cry no more...»
BANG!
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen2U.Pro