Doubts, English.

"I have questions, I have doubts. I do not know what is right and what is wrong "


Never.

Centuries under his belt and had never experienced that. Dozens of missions accomplished and none had received. Critical moments in which everything could be over and yet never ...

Never had he felt so far. Why?

There were reasons, good reasons for those who feel that way. But those motivations were human, not heavenly, angelic or demonic.

His faith, which had been its mainstay all the time, its base, its reason for existence ...

What seemed unbreakable began to have small cracks, not very important but they were there, waiting for more to be united and destroy everything.

Why?

I thought I had the answer as to why temporary. The situation was special, to be exact apocalyptic, the end was closer than ever. So they walked among mortals, the creation of his father.

One thing was watching them outside of their lives, keep your distance, stay in the shadows. And it was quite another to interact with them and humanity.

He had been entrusted to one of them out of Doom. No one either, which would have been easier. No, what had brought him, Dean Winchester. And with each passing day, every night I was watching unpleasant dreams, she knew her why it was him, that mortal.

We continually baffled. When he thought he had understood the mechanism of their motivations, did, saying something or just looked at him and routed his latest theory about it.

The human being is a puzzle whose pieces, previously fit, change shape over time, reset the entire puzzle to return to break again to take a new combination.

And the greatest puzzle Winchester seemed doomed to break again and again, leaving behind little pieces that did not recover, who stayed behind. Nothing good at all.

Dudar.

Prohibited, punished, persecuted and condemned.

It was what he was doing, sitting in that chair, watch over him again.

Had not noticed quickly enough what was happening in that room, the screams were no longer under the hands of Alastair Dean, if not the opposite. He had arrived in time to save more hits and another trip to the nearest hospital. And no, he could avoid such guilt, that bitterness, that need to be punished for what happened in the hell was more appropriating gaze of the hunter green. Breaking again.

Dudar, feel. He had always wondered how would it be and already beginning to have a slight idea of it.

Sitting in that chair, watching the IV drip drip of Dean's arm, the mortal upon which rested the fate of all humanity mired in guilt, felt the same fear that he, as any mortal.

Fall ... It seemed a thing so far ... It was only a matter of looking out a bit more in this sea of doubt and become yet another puzzle. I knew it.

"I guess I'm not the kind of son that our parents wanted me to go"

He believed the same of himself.