The Only Thing I KnowDean thought he would be done with the flashbacks within a few months, but still they were coming in his sleep, when he closed his eyes, when he was staring at the road for too long. He could still feel the weight of a razor in his hand and every time he had a one night stand he pictured his partner on his rack. He needed it to stop. He hadn't slept a single night all the way through since Cas pulled him out of Hell, he hadn't even gotten his usual three or four hours a night.The Only Thing I Know2 years ago in General Fiction
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Sam was worried, as per always and Cas seemed to be hanging around a lot more often, but he wasn't mentioning it to them. Cas would want to remove the memories from his head and he hated it when the angel went digging around in there. Sam would only pressure him into talking about it like a seventeen year old girl. No, he was stronger than flashbacks, stronger than hell. He could, he would, get through this all on his own.
Or at least that's what he thought when he wasn't in the midst of one.