Arnica for the Soul - a drabble
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amberdreamsTitle: Arnica for the Soul
Words: 100
Summary: Some ruminations on Dean, and irony. A thought planted in my head by a throwaway line in
kalliel's lovely ruminative ficlet Heartland.
Arnica for the Soul
Words: 100
Summary: Some ruminations on Dean, and irony. A thought planted in my head by a throwaway line in
kalliel's lovely ruminative ficlet Heartland.Arnica for the Soul
For someone who held the title of Righteous Man (however briefly), Dean was rarely, if ever, right.
He’d been wrong to think Sam wouldn’t leave, wrong to think Dad didn’t care about Sam being gone.
He’d been wrong to think Dad would never lie die, that all monsters were irredeemable, that black was always black.
He’d been wrong to think any sacrifice would ever be enough, that destiny could be fucked in the face.
He’d been wrong about so much; heart-hurt from the sharp angles of his errors.
So it was probably wrong to think the Darkness soothed his pain.