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Sam lay crumpled on the floor. Dean lay in his arms, his face calm and relaxed. It was as if asleep. A tear silent on that face expressionless, Sam picked it up with the index finger, lingering longer than necessary in that contact. It was in vain because in a few seconds, more tears fell upon the face of the blond.
could not more. He was bursting.

- I do not want you to leave. "Whispered Sam .- I do not want to leave me alone. This is not fair, "Sam gave a long sigh before speaking again, before confessing," did not have to leave. No, not yet. You could not leave without without telling you know ... that ... that ... that ...

could not say. The words were clinging to his throat and opposed to going out and being pronounced. He closed his eyes tightly, taking all the value that had been accumulating for years.

- What are you what I love most. And without you, life is a zero.

was pronounced and feel completely empty. There was nothing.

Nothing.

No secret hidden for years.

No half-finished sentence.

No embarrassment that had to be corrected immediately.

there was nothing left. Absolutely nothing.

Zero.

Sam Crying to tremble, and with it the lifeless body of Dean.

A shadow from the darkness turned on his heel to leave, revealing a reflection of what looked like a white sheet illuminated the darkness. ________________________________________________



Long time not seen the dark girl. His visits were always uncomfortable and disturbing, but now they felt their lack. Dean echo fast look at his right arm, glancing to see the long scar running from wrist to elbow. Healed slowly, but Scotland. He looked up at the entrance of the cave, and immersed himself into the recall the warm feeling he felt when Sam knocks and healed the wounds made during the game. She almost imagined sitting at his side, carefully removing the remnants of dirt and dust that were glued to the blood. He forced himself to stop thinking. His eyes stung too.
was when he saw her.

dark She was swaying on his feet, without removing his hazel eyes. His appearance suggested to Dean that he was pondering something.

- Do you know what the greatest power that exists, meat?

Dean frowned. After their talks, had discovered how much he liked the girl wander, start talking without making clear where I wanted to go. It seemed that this would be another of those pleasant conversations.

- Surprise me.

- The words, flesh, words.

dark She took approached Ely a silver-handled dagger. I placed the eye level, leaving Dean enjoy the reddish glare of the torches reflected in its edge produced.

- is a real problem here is out of ink, do not you think? "She said as if such a thing.

- What?

With a quick movement, she made a dark pit, from left to right in the neck of the blond.
How does it feel when you slice a neck? Great question, Dean still did not know why I had not tried before. She had sewn their eyelids, pulled the heart, through the skin with small punches and a few hours had been cut throughout the body. But even he had not been slain. How does it feel? Nothing special, except that the phrase "drowned in his own blood" made sense to him.

While the blood was flowing from the neck by wearing tattered shirt, dark girl looked at him without a trace of mercy in his eyes. After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, she placed her right hand on the wound, like a bowl. When he began to overflow, put the free hand on the wound. Dean felt the same cold that last time, but also as the pain began to be remitted. The dark girl Dean withdrew his hand and noticed that blood no longer flowed.

After I got the red ink, she turned on her heel and walked to the wall of the cave. Dean watched analyze it, as if looking for a hollow above. When he had found, he dipped the forefinger of his free hand in the blood that had been in the other. Wrote a single word.

- You'll be kidding. "Exclaimed Dean.

She turned her head partially, raising one eyebrow quizzically.

- No. You're not.

- Stop talking, meat, and come here. "She snapped, as if the voice of Dean was the buzz of a fly, annoying and constant.

- I can not, gothic girl.

question She looked back at him, as Dean rolled his eyes and moved his arms jingling metal chains that kept him chained to the wall. The dark girl turned her head slightly before picking up a little lip, forming a small smile.

- These chains do not exist. Never been there. "Dean looked at her confused .- Think, meat, what's more fun to torture with knives?

was another rhetorical question that the girl did, Dean waited so silent.

- Play with your mind. Remember that I warned you in Hell, nothing is as it seems ...

- Wait, wait ... to see if I understand. You're implying that the chains because I think there are ...

automatically Dean crashed headlong into the ground. If I had not been in Hell, it's quite likely that had broken the nose of the coup, but he was, just bled a little. Hell is just as cool.

- Go, not going to be as fair as I thought, after all. Dean

devoted to the dark girl a look of true hatred she just completely ignored. Rose heavily, feeling the wound of the arm abríaa the effort. She bit her lip par pain relief while approaching the wall Ninay his writing.

- Okay, meat, you're going out of Hell. "He said the girl .- You just have to put your hand up there and think about things in the area. Things you tied to that world.

- Just like that? "I do not want to sound suspicious, but was in front of a demon who was giving the key to end your stay in Hell .- Nothing in dead languages praise recite? "No sacrifice of virgins?

- No. We do not usually arrive virgins. He was forced to add some explanation in the eyes of the blond .- Look, meat, things here can be difficult or easy. Most, if not all, create that is out of here through the rough roads. It is an old belief that I respect, but it seems stupid. So I opted for the easy. Here the door to Kansas Dorothie, just hit your red shoes and get out with Toto once and for all.

You may not methods or forms were of like Dean, but there was something in the way of talking about the dark girl made him think that he was lying. He placed his hand on the blood still fresh and thought about his world.
He thought
and long brown hair. He thought

gray eyes. He thought

big hands that could cover his body with gentle caresses.

thought of depositing chaste kisses lips on her lips.



thought of ... You know how it feels when you play holding your breath in the pool? Want to earn and resist to the last breath, until you realize that it is impossible to go there and, besides, you've won a Jimmy Summers and you've left by the soil, so you swim to the surface. Now, remember the anguish of the road. Remember the time you break the barrier that separates water from air. Remember the first breath you take, long and deep.
Got it? As Dean

too. _____________________________



several minutes had passed since the soul of Dean Winchester was gone, but she kept looking dark place that the blond had occupied before. Now just left it and the word wall. He put

OUT.

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- Do not Want You.

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had not yet had time to open the eyes when dark girl's voice echoed in his head. Opened his eyes slowly, without force. That day was not the best. One may be lucky to witness such a heart removed of the corresponding breast. Without anesthesia. Needless to say, was his. Maybe it was this that made him be a little reluctant to talk to that girl look demonic haunting.

- Fuck you.

- No, she denied flesh, smiling that fuck is you. Irrefutable

. Point to the dark girl.

She waited patiently for Dean speak. He did not. So act like it's supposed to make young children when they want something and not give it over: being fucking irritating.

- "The poor puppet what we will, "he began to sing softly, the poor wimp what we will. A beating with sticks to kill him. A beating with sticks to kill him. "

When completed the lyrics of the song, she went dark humming the tune, making it Dean bristled. Still did not understand how that girl could be so creepy. And that did nothing, just sat on the floor, braiding her hair and humming. Almond eyes remained fixed on him as he continued with his canteen.

- "... a beating with sticks to kill him a beating with sticks ... you ..."

- Basta! Dean cried desperately .- What the hell you want!?

To his surprise, the dark girl took the index finger to his lips, with the clear intention to be silent. She turned to the entrance of the cave and waited a few seconds before turning back to Dean.

- There are words here is prohibited. For your sake I recommend you never say "the dark girl's lips moved silently creating the word" demons. "

- Why?

- Anyone can take the hint and I certainly will not want to meet you. But that's not important. What do I want? I want to know.

- Know? "Dean repeated, not understanding .- What?

- Why. "The girl rose dark soil and moved up to stay a few meters from Dean.

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- He died. I sold my soul to save. Now I'm here. That's the story, no more.

- that already know me, meat, "said the girl, I want to know is why you did it. Was it selfish? A noble act? Is the quest for redemption happy? Dean

silent. Why had done? It was a noble act, he did not have to prove anything to anyone, nor redemption, and that their sins were fine where they were, thanks. However, is selfishness? Sometimes he thought so, but others do not. It was selfish on his part, not wanting to be left alone. It was selfish to think that it was unfair that he removed his brother. That was not just an attack from behind to snatch what more ... no, it was not fair, but the feeling of a possible gap if Sam was not with him also seemed selfish.

- Amazing.

The dark girl's whispered that Dean brought out of their lethargy and again are faced with those almond eyes watching him with some astonishment.

- What is surprising? He asked puzzled.

- Do not be like. But to love him completely.

dark She approached him slowly, until you can place the palm of your hand on the brow of the Blond. Dean shuddered to feel the contact of the child. Many Demons had touched, and that contact caused burns. However, the dark girl had her hand as an ice floe. Upon removal, felt some relief.

- Gave his life for him ... you give it forever, without expecting anything in return. Not a sad recognition. Not a simple thank you. Zero. However, something as insignificant as a slight smile caused the bristling and beautiful you that your body will stay cool, while listening to a band playing around you ...

- How do you know? He asked Dean alarmed.

- ... and when he left, the world collapsed and you were within, seeing as everything was destroyed. Again and returned the smile, the hair-raising, body cream and music imagine. But he died and you ...

- I chose the easy way out. "Dean was quick to respond. A smile from sad hung on the lips of the dark girl.

- no easy thing is to resign. The tricky thing is to follow. And the impossible is that after seeing this, "said the dark girl hand habíaa everything around: If you had to choose, to come back to life, for him, thousand times.

Dean was not sure how to interpret the words of the dark girl, who stood before him, with eyes lost in a point over his head. It was a thoughtful gesture. The blond felt encogérsele stomach the possibility that perhaps he was thinking in the best way to use that information to make it "interesting" his stay in hell.

dark She turned on her heel and left the cave, leaving only Dean.

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... Continued ...

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I have nothing against them, except perhaps that someone has to take the blame after two days without the irritating sound of the alarm. The beginning of the week and return to the routine is stifling and terribly upset. Ends on Friday and he just schedules and life ruled by the clock, but Monday marks the return to the cell time and routine boring and stifling.

But still, every day has something new. A pleasant surprise that makes a small smile forming on your lips go.

A call from an acquaintance.

A good response from people in the cafeteria.

A kiss a little longer and more passionate than usual.

A teacher who skips school and, consequently, a free hour you were not expecting.


discover that the leaves of the trees have agreed to carpeting the sidewalk and fall at last appears.

Yes, indeed this is the best on a Monday.