Dean had been alone for many years now. Cursed with the Mark of Cain, Sam dead and gone, Cas nowhere to be found, and all his other family gone, he had gotten used to it. Figuring his punishment was exactly this, to be alone. After all the years if trying to…
Dean froze briefly when he heard the voice, knowing exactly who it was. He turned around, a cold and empty look in his eyes. “Castiel,” the hunter said in a cool, monotone voice. “Why are you here? Go away.” Dean turned back around and split his last piece of wood before putting the axe in the tree stump he had been cutting on. He gathered up some wood in his arm and placed it inside an open back door to the bunker. “You have no place here,” he mumbled as he gathered a second load to take in
Dean had been alone for many years now. Cursed with the Mark of Cain, Sam dead and gone, Cas nowhere to be found, and all his other family gone, he had gotten used to it. Figuring his punishment was exactly this, to be alone. After all the years if trying to prevent it, it had finally happened. The hunter tried to give up, to end it all, but the Mark wouldn’t let him. So, as said before, Dean had gotten used to being a restless wanderer.
Dean gave up the Impala, it staid inside the bunker garage with all the other cars, and he took the motorcycle instead. With Sam gone and no chance of him coming back, there was no need for a car. His weapons stayed at the Bunker too, he couldn’t be bothered with hunting with anything but the Blade now. Plus it was easy to carry.
Dean was outback of the bunker, cutting wood for the fire place. The chilly autumn air rushed around him, even through the light gray sweater he was wearing. Sure, it was geeky, but it had been a gift from Sam during their last Christmas together.
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