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Funny the way the world comes full circle again.
There were moments in his life that he tried his best to forget. Moments that he wishes never happened, that they never had to experience, whether it be for a weakness he wished he didn’t have or regrets he thought he’d dealt with. Then again, they always said that history had a way of repeating itself for those who couldn’t learn the first time, and apparently that was the way he needed to learn in order for these things to make sense.
A Winchester would do anything for their family. It was as inherent in their blood as their green eyes—family before self, family before everything. It was the reason why Sam dragged him to a faith healer when his heart was failing, it was why every Winchester seemed to sell their soul to save the life of another. A Winchester was nothing without them, and they would rather sacrifice themselves than have another family member suffer in his place.
The problem was, Winchesters also have a problem with learning from their mistakes.
His first thoughts when he started to feel Meg’s smoke form clouding his nose and throat was a flashback to a cabin in the woods fifteen years ago. He saw his father on the floor, and Sam with the Colt in his hand, listening to John beg for Sam to finish the job, finish this. Azazel was in there somewhere, inside his father’s body, and all Sam had to do was pull the trigger and this would all be over. He remembered the way he begged for Sam not to do it. Because Dean and Sam were nothing without John. Dean was in pain, dying—somehow, somewhere he knew that he was dying—but he was begging, begging for Sam not to take their father away. And in the end, Sam didn’t do it.
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wayward_au. Ben = mini_dean, Sam = likely_evil.]Funny the way the world comes full circle again.
There were moments in his life that he tried his best to forget. Moments that he wishes never happened, that they never had to experience, whether it be for a weakness he wished he didn’t have or regrets he thought he’d dealt with. Then again, they always said that history had a way of repeating itself for those who couldn’t learn the first time, and apparently that was the way he needed to learn in order for these things to make sense.
A Winchester would do anything for their family. It was as inherent in their blood as their green eyes—family before self, family before everything. It was the reason why Sam dragged him to a faith healer when his heart was failing, it was why every Winchester seemed to sell their soul to save the life of another. A Winchester was nothing without them, and they would rather sacrifice themselves than have another family member suffer in his place.
The problem was, Winchesters also have a problem with learning from their mistakes.
His first thoughts when he started to feel Meg’s smoke form clouding his nose and throat was a flashback to a cabin in the woods fifteen years ago. He saw his father on the floor, and Sam with the Colt in his hand, listening to John beg for Sam to finish the job, finish this. Azazel was in there somewhere, inside his father’s body, and all Sam had to do was pull the trigger and this would all be over. He remembered the way he begged for Sam not to do it. Because Dean and Sam were nothing without John. Dean was in pain, dying—somehow, somewhere he knew that he was dying—but he was begging, begging for Sam not to take their father away. And in the end, Sam didn’t do it.
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668 words
