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The Fallen & The Pure Of Heart

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Location: Bunker

             "I can't believe this..! After all this DAMN TIME.!" Dean shouted, as he slammed his fist down on the glass table causing a crack to appear. "ALL THIS TIME..I-" Dean rambled on in angry. 

        "Dean calm down, we'll found a way to-" Sam was cut off by Dean. "TO WHAT SAM, TO WHAT.? JACK'S GONE, MOMS GONE, EVERYBODY'S GONE SAM. OH, AND THEN THERE'S CHUCK. WHO TURN OUT TO BE THE VILLAIN ALL ALONG.!!" Dean yelled, slamming his fist against the table again. Causing it to shatter, the map table no longer was usable. Sam sighed at this. "Oh, and let's not forget that he brought back EVERY DAMN MONSTER. That we took out." Dean half shouted sarcastically. "I can't- I just can't do this anymore, Sammy." Dean muttered letting out a much needed breathe. Flopping down in a chair at the table.

         "Dean-" Cas started. "Not. Know." Was all Dean said, as he got up and left the room.

         Sam sighed, " He's right, it's like we're right back at the beginning again. When he came up to my collage  to get me, so we could find dad. But it's- well now it's just the three of us. And quite frankly, I don't think we have a chance this time around." he said putting his hand underneath his  chin to keep his head upright. "We'll find away, Sam. We always do. " Cas said patting Sam on his shoulder. As he walked past him and towards the books.

                  "I hope your right." Sam muttered to himself.