invincible (anymore)

Never before had imagined, the last night on earth. He had thought long and hard, as was naive, dreaming: a night of sex with more alcohol than blood in the veins and to shift a bit with his (the space), or perhaps with anybody, just like Sam and he has always been, over a beer, sharing more bitter and sometimes much more, before a dawn pale and bright. They would die as heroes even if they were really in the deepest and the glimmer of hope that remained would have enough momentum, removing old beliefs saying it still might still win. And they would. There was a time where nothing and nobody could stop them, is not it? Winchester, like the rifle, legends of war. Nor demons, neither angels or gods on the asphalt of the road a lot easier, just the two of them against the world, and in the background the car, the father disappeared at the beginning and then died but always invincible, always together through thick and thin and everything bad he could barely cope. The rock and roll as the soundtrack and hugs as the most valuable rewards.




Never before had imagined, the sad and listless last night on earth. Dean Winchester has already lost before you start. For months he has lost. It is only if the members of the resistance around him as far as the eye and it feels right, do not know anybody. Neither wanted to let know. No interest. He lost his mother as a child. Go ahead. He lost his father, leaving his heart made a fist. Go forward in fits and starts. He lost part of himself in hell. The house of cards begins to crumble. He lost all he wanted, without stopping, falling as mere pawns in the game of thrones, occurred in the most cruel game of chess ever since and for. The show continues. Were not many sacrifices? "It did not work? The suffering was heartbreaking but oh, Dean had no morals anymore. Dean would have done anything, the had sold them all to the devil for him. It was there, with the death of Sam, when secondary roads are completely shattered and he lost his life and the nightmare became the daily bread and had no dreams and color. In the end they all go. So Sam went away. In what has become the story? Never before had imagined.



The last night on earth, and never imagined, ill win. Sam said "yes" never. Idiot. How could she say yes? I never said yes. He should never have doubted him. Sam said he wanted that day, drugged in hospital after too long a story to tell. Imbecile. No, no, no, should have been he who told him. Sam died in another battle, invincible, tall as a giant, the same look devoid of evil that had long unkempt hair. Lucifer, traitor among traitors, patience and exhaled a sigh goodbye forever. There will be another container. Sam died and Dean died there too. Since then like a lost soul, as a puppet, as the saddest lines in his eyes. Keep walking, fortunately or unfortunately alive but rotten, filthy, torn up inside. Never again smiling villain. Never anything in months gray and empty and hateful.



The end is not long in coming. Dean tries vaguely this time, drunk with grief and pain, in a battle in which it has nothing to gain. Does as the swans, they become more beautiful and deadly before dying: kamikaze, hurricane, sweeping through which passes over one, two, three hours in the last great battle, thinking about revenge, not salvation, and not thinking about Sam in the rest of the world.



Once fallen and not lifted. The blood flows from his chest who has wounded, Lucifer?, Is the same who killed his brother?, Or maybe his own memories?, Or perhaps a more minor demon without a face to remember, the mud stain his jeans and the heart, lips hurts the rubbing against the asphalt. She turns around and is aware that there is going to die in the middle of nowhere, bloody and exhausted and humiliated and stripped of everything he wanted. He still has time to see the first rays of light. No one tries to end his life. They go to his side, demons and humans, with imperial march and stinking, no, smelling of gunpowder and gasoline, sweat and anger, of fear and terror. No faces. Bleeds ...



The sun is very clear. Never before had imagined. Should not there be a storm? Thunder fall in honor of the defeated or in celebration of the victors. A dark new world of dignity, is not it, is not it how it should be? No. Should not be stabbing Lucifer? What's all the dreams they once had. What about the trip to the Canyon. What about the conversations they should have had and never had, what about the hugs that never arose, the promises that never meet, the world no longer be saved. It's so late and everything is so wrong. Her tears accumulate in the eye and when you go slowly and suffering, he feels that leaves nothing behind.



Sam, where? Heaven or Hell. A coin flip destiny plays with him and although he knows he will return to where burning at 200 miles an hour, waiting for God to grant a last wish and Sam is desperate waiting, waiting to burn to ashes together, because it sees another way to continue rolling this area that call Earth, this cluster of galaxies and planets and concepts to callers universe. This is how it ends. Breathing becomes weak until it vanished, her eyelids closed and the muscles become heavy. The echoes of footsteps around her and then I did not hear anything. The sunrise is stained a pale pink and some white cloud across the blue sky. A breeze is blowing warm, sad, and I no longer invincible, the breath is diluted in the air and the heart is beating again ...