#evil!fic

Dean started crying silently. He just had to remember anything! This wasn't normal. He tried to wiped angrily the tears away just to be reminded that everything hurt. His hands, his face, his whole body ached. The more time passed, the more angrier he got. He grabbed his hair and tugged until it became unbearable so he stopped. He looked at his hands, covered with dried blood barely washed away by the shower a few hours ago and dried again.