Sam always thought death to be a big parade. That you see everyone you’ve ever loved again. That you walk down the metaphorical corridor, towards your metaphorical door with a big smile on your face, ready to step into the afterlife, or whatever lies beyond.
In truth, death is hard. It’s painful. It’s blood, and it’s sweat, and it’s tears. It’s never seeing the one you love again and it’s waiting an eternity in darkness for something that might not even come.
It was his own death that made him realise. He remembered darkness. No light, no smiles, nothing but the sound of his heart slowing and Deans agonised screams in his ears to send him off into the great beyond.
It was Deans death that made him realise something too. Living is just as bad as dying.
Living is hard. Living is painful. Living is blood, and sweat, and tears. Living is never seeing your loved ones again. Living is waiting an eternity for something that might not even come.
But living without Dean?
He might as well be back in the pit.
by the way,
if you’re not,
you should follow my chad,