nyxocity (nyxocity) wrote in spn_fic, @ 2007-09-25 14:18:00 |
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Dad’s dead. Dad’s dead because of him, and it isn’t right, and it isn’t fair, and it hurts, bone deep and soul hard, an ache that suffuses his entire body. He lies in bed and stares at the wall, spends the days and nights in a torpor, trying to ignore that even deeper down than all that, is the anger that his Dad left him behind with all of this on his shoulders.