Dean sat alone in the darkness, looking out of the window, but not seeing. He leaned his head back onto the chair and stared at the blackness outside. He always found comfort in these moments. To be alone, with his thoughts. Hearing nothing. He exhaled, savoring the quiet. The darkness covered him like a warm blanket. It was in nights like these, that he had pined for her.
Dean was feeling anything but gladness. Elena was back with him but he knew her head was filled with questions after what had happened tonight. He didn’t believe in the concept of coincidence. There was no such thing in his life. He spent his life fighting, surviving, killing, conquering, and woke up the next day, and did it all over again.
Tonight, had been too close. He didn’t give a f**k to what happened to him. He
