Together, we will

The weak link on the Winchester totem pole.

That's all Dean's even been, isn't it?

He thinks it should hurt more, or at least sting a little. Kind of wants it to, even. That'd mean this is Situation Normal.

Only it ain't ever gonna be that again. Nothing is.

The real bitch about hospitals is that he can keep this up all day. And it still ain't enough self-flagellation for what he's done.

A silence is coming

There are words ringing in his ears.

Righteous man.

Step off the rack.

It's all his fault. Everything. All of it.

Had to be weak, didn't you, Dean?

Had to be afraid. Had to want it all to be over.

(Had to want vengeance.)

What's left? What the hell can he do about any of it? Nothing. It's too fucking late, is what.

It's too --

He tries to turn over, wants to yank the pillow up over his head and fall back asleep, but he's SoL.

Fucking mornings.

Hospital thread for Anna!

Yeah, okay. Even Dean eventually runs out of self-pity, and patience, and a desire to make himself miserable.

Too bad he's still got more of a hospital stay ahead of him.

This is fucking ridiculous.





God, where is Sam with that burger?