Spoiler Season 8 -------------------------- « Don't worry , Sammy. I'm bringing you back home. » Dean caressed his little brother's pale and cold face with his fingertips, tears rolling on his face. He was kneeling next to him after having laid his body down on the hardwood floor of their old home, in Sam's old room, Sam's only room. It was the only house they ever lived in, the only place they could really call home. « I can't let you go, Sam... How could I possibly live without you ? How could you let me here, all  alone ? You were the only family I had left ... » He whispered closing his eyes. All the images wer

The angel sat on the couch. He wanted to speak to that human, but he was sleeping... Should he wake him up? And why was he sleeping on the floor? He bent over the man watching him sleep, he could feel his breath on his face, it smelt like menthol...Was it toothpaste? It wasn't the first time he was watching him sleep but it was the first time Dean seemed peaceful during his sleep. Was it because his brother was back? He smiled and laid next to him on the floor... It was the first time the angel was lying next to someone, he could observe the man's every features like that, it was strangely relaxing. Suddenly, the expression on the man's face

The young man was driving his Chevrolet Impala, he didn't know where he was heading, but he had to flee far from here. He had failed in the more important task given to him since he was a child once again. He parked the car in front of a motel, got out of the car quickly, wanting more than anything to collapse on the soft bed the motel was promising, but he had to register first. He didn't felt like talking to someone right now, he had driven all day and a good part of the night, he hadn't even taken the time to say goodbye to Bobby… He paused just outside of the car, why not sleep in there, afterall? No… He couldn't, his smell wa