♥ Bobby ♥

Cas had traded the bathroom for the kitchen. His hands were bleeding and hurting, but he didn’t mind, because at least this time he knew why he was hurting.
His stomach felt like someone was trying to tear it apart and he was searching for the painkillers, praying Dean hadn’t taken them with him.
Fortunately, he hadn’t. Cas found them in the drawer, underneath some garbage. He took out all the pills and put them in a glass of water. He knew it wasn’t smart and that he would regret it, rather sooner than later, but this pain was unbearable.
“And do tu amor him?” Sam asked careful....

10 hours earlier

I just couldn’t believe it. I knew Dean hadn’t acted like himself in a few days and that he was thinking about giving up but I never thought he would actually take the Impala and just… flee. It was not like my brother to do something like that. He had always been the strong one of us and the one who always kept it together, even in a crisis. I knew that “a crisis” was a big understatement to the crap that was happening now; it was the end of the world, literally. But we were supposed to do this together; it was supposed to be him and me against the world, those were...