There's a tightness in his chest heavy and oppressive. Which one? The one who saw him as an agent of Heaven there to keep him in line? Who didn't trust him from the start? Or the one who saw someone else when he looked at him? Who ran through so many iterations of him they couldn't see him standing in front of them? Or the one who didn't speak to him for half a year? He learned to do without him. To find his own way.
Things between them were never simple, but after a year and a half on his own, he finally understood. Something was wrong with him. He was broken. A piece, chipped and frayed, that no longer fit. Oh, he could play the part but he no longer felt the same pull he once did. Whatever thread connected them had wound around him like a noose choking the life out of him.
When it came to him and Dean the answer was simple. ]
There is no me and Dean.
I watch over him. Nothing more. Unless you mean the one from my world. I've already destroyed that too.
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There's a tightness in his chest heavy and oppressive. Which one? The one who saw him as an agent of Heaven there to keep him in line? Who didn't trust him from the start? Or the one who saw someone else when he looked at him? Who ran through so many iterations of him they couldn't see him standing in front of them? Or the one who didn't speak to him for half a year? He learned to do without him. To find his own way.
Things between them were never simple, but after a year and a half on his own, he finally understood. Something was wrong with him. He was broken. A piece, chipped and frayed, that no longer fit. Oh, he could play the part but he no longer felt the same pull he once did. Whatever thread connected them had wound around him like a noose choking the life out of him.
When it came to him and Dean the answer was simple. ]
There is no me and Dean.
I watch over him. Nothing more. Unless you mean the one from my world. I've already destroyed that too.