Oh my god, Lass. This is unspeakably heartrending. It makes me cold.
The Winchesters wear grief like the desert wears the sun – relentless and golden, bleeding the world red as it sinks, casting long shadows as it wanes and revealing the cold light of stars.
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The Winchesters wear grief like the desert wears the sun – relentless and golden, bleeding the world red as it sinks, casting long shadows as it wanes and revealing the cold light of stars.
WINCHESTERS, HNGH. Beautiful.