We super heroes bruise easily you know.

[dolari]

So here we are. 3:21 AM. Dean is asleep on the bed, I'm plugging away at the keyboard after hogging out on chocolate cheesecake ice cream. And all through my head is this idea of "What to do." Strangely enough, it feels like 1997 all over again. Like nothing has changed.

Things have changed, though, however imperceptibly.

I had a lot I wanted to say, but...this is Dean's tragedy, not mine. And yet I hurt from it. It hurts me to see Dean hurting. Somethings never change.