Posting early cos I won't be home at 7. Enjoy. xo

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Dean let out a loud sigh and leaned back on the crappy motel headboard.

Fuck.

His head was throbbing, his brain overloaded by thoughts.

Why did Sam have to be so, pig headed?

So damn stubborn.

Just like Dad.

Why did they even fight about searching for him?

And how could he have let Sam leave?

I pushed him away.

It made Dean sick to think of it.

Sam was out there, on the road.

Alone.

How could he have left Sam leave, knowing what he knew?

Dean buried his face in his hands and let the sobs come.

Alone.