#I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS WE FINALLY FINISHED ONE YOU GUYSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

[nyc-pizza-rat]

you'll always have this (a soft place to fall) - 8k, Teen, Fluff & Angst

He has little to do this morning — he has little to do most mornings, these days — and so the indulgences. The eggs, and the peaches, and the newspapers he doesn't read. He presses his palm flat against his stomach. Too many indulgences, if he is to be honest. Still, he does not quite have the mind to stop. The world has taken its fair share from him, and then some. He does not have the strength to fight the want in him anymore, what little of it there is left. From somewhere beyond the kitchen, a song. It is soft, and jazzy, and unlike the music that Dean used to think of as his. He thinks of this music as his, now. Things are different from how they used to be. It is all so very sad. Or so very good, depending. Or; Dean has a home. Dean has been waiting. And grief comes knocking.