TheExtremeGoose

it feels like the world is ending, but everyone around me is smiling. no one can hear me, no one bears to listen to me. why wont they? i am alone in the crowd. i am silent even if im yelling. people i call friends ignore me. people i call enemies feed my hatred. im nothing but worry, and no one understands, except me.

Sam and Dean are sitting on the hood of Baby having a well deserved beer. After last week's fiasco with the fairies and leprechaun, they've decided to just take a short break. And by break, that usually means just beer and sleeping. "Hey, Dean, don't you think we should be... you know... doing something?" Sam asks, taking a side glance to his brother. Dean shrugs. "By doing something, you mean working a case, right?" "Well yeah." Dean chuckles, grinning. "Yeah we probably should be." Dean finishes his sentence like that, not wishing to explain himself any further. Sam looks back at the urban field they were sitting in. The grass is yello

Warnings: attempted suicide, depression, insecrutity and really could trigger someone i guess ??? idk people are always saying this shit so why not. * * * Before reading, if you haven't heard the song, Mama (My Chemical Romance), I suggest listening to it first or this story will make no sense. [link] * * * It's quiet. So very quiet. John's been out for almost a good whole week. I wish he didn't leave for so long. Looking after Sammy gets hard when you start running out of food to feed yourself and him. But it's not completely quiet. I can hear something. It's faint, but I wouldn't mistake it for being an air guitar. Strange... I get