Dean threw down his phone and stormed out of the kitchen, leaving his pie. It was just Dean in the bunker and that was very bad. Dean ran around the bunker having a breakdown. He threw things, broke things, yelled at things. Dean wanted someone to blame but could only blame himself. He wanted to blame Crowley but couldn't find it in him to do it.
Everything was wrong.
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Drama Queen: I'm sorry I missed your calls Dean
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Dean had completely ruined his room and was on his way to destroy every other room.
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Drama Queen: you won't answer my calls and now my texts?
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Dean pushed open the door to Cas' room. He looked around at the simple, orderly room that belonged to his beloved. His knees felt weak once he stepped into the room, feeling tears start to stain.
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Drama Queen: I have news!
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Dean collapsed onto the floor, his head hitting the edge of the bed frame. A small gasp left his mouth as he blacked out, hoping never to wake up.
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I've said this before and I'll say it again; I'm the reason we can't have nice things.
All that agree say I.