HikariElric

Forgive me Dean...Cas…  There was no other way I had no other choice. Everything I've done….was to save you both.  But please, I can't survive if I know that you both hate me, I can't go on, I won't be able to survive.  I love you my brother and my angel.  And I always will. Sam opened his eyes, rubbing at them as he sat up, the soft blankets falling from around his body, pooling in his lap.  The grand bedroom was dark, empty, and Sam was completely alone.  It was quiet and peaceful for the time being, while the rest of the world was blocked beyond the doors and the walls.

Sherlock walked along as quietly as he could, looking down and placing each step carefully in order to make as little noise as possible. It wouldn’t do to be found out by the arms dealers he was following. Death would be the kindest thing they’d do to him. An itch in his skin and a tremor in his hands told Sherlock his body was craving the drugs again. He ignored it as well as he could. After all, the thrill of this chase, the high from solving the puzzle Lestrade had reluctantly set before him was enough to push the need for the drugs back. For now. He’d yet to find anything that could compete with the sheer bliss of a calm

I want to go home Those five words are my earliest memory. I don’t know how old I was when I first thought them. Or even where I was. There is a feeling of... age, of ancient-ness surrounding them. And they echo in my head, whenever I repeat them from that memory. I don’t even know where home is. The house I live in with my family has never felt like home. I’ve never belonged there, though I’ve tried. Searching for that home has exhausted me, especially as I’ve had to do it in secret. It would hurt my mother were she to find out. And hurting is something I can never do. My next memory is painful. It starts with