PROPHET AND LOSS

WOW: flake. Massive spoilers for 9.09, Holy Terror. Dean reflects on terrible events.

I'm sorry, but I just had to get this out of my system!

Disclaimer: I don't own them, and no amount of wishing is likely to change that.

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Kevin was thrown unwillingly into this violent and unforgiving world.

He wasn't a warrior, he was a thinker. Armed only with his formidable mind, he'd accepted his fate and the horror that he was forced to face, and joined the fight with the Winchesters at his back.

He'd trusted them to protect him, and Dean had failed him.

Now he lay crumpled amidst floating flakes of ash, those eyes which found so many hidden secrets, burned out of his head.

Eyes that would never see again, never read again, never cry again.

Dean would cry enough tears for them both.

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