She understood the way he felt. The heavy burden he was carrying on his shoulders, the guilt that choked him at night. She understood his long pauses, the intense gaze he gave her at times when words didn't want to come out. She understood when he needed some time alone and when he needed her presence in his life. They were the same, more or less that was. Dean was a man who was broken since the death of his mother. Thrown into a world of horror, blood, and death at a young age, he never quite grew into a regular human being. Maybe it was Chuck's design, maybe it was chaos that brought him there but did it really matter? For Dean, it was his choice, his existence was his own and therefore what he experienced and lived was by his design. Team Free Will they called themselves so they were the ones who shaped their lives, each scar was a result of their bad decisions... or good ones.
She understood this way of thinking because she thought the same. Her life was her own, her mistakes were her own and the pain she felt, the loss she suffered was her fault. Bleeding heart to bleeding heart, a level of understanding they couldn't find elsewhere. That was their relationship. It wasn't rainbow and kisses. It wasn't always happy, but they were together. and that was all that mattered. Even tonight, as they failed and they lost the people they wanted to save, they were happy because they were together. She curled up against him, her hands stroked his face, her hazel eyes stared into his green ones and they remained silent. He wouldn't let go of her either, his strong arm was wrapped around her petite and shorter frame as he kept her close to him, to his heart. and they remained embraced, her lips to his forehead, her fingers into his hair. And they remained embraced, his breathing at a steady pace, his head against her chest. his heart close to hers. They were together at least... together at last
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