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No words fell from her red stained twin-flesh when Dean wrapped her in an embrace, one that had confused her for a millisecond but she was too tired to care for any longer than that. Her small arms wrapped themselves around Dean’s torso, and she held onto him like he was all she had. Like he was the last man on Earth, really. The Piper had grown to be vulnerable, something she absolutely hated, or use to but now she just couldn’t bring herself to care if anyone say her in pain. In fact, she liked it. Scarlett wanted them to leave her alone, to feel uncomfortable enough that they’d stop asking if she was doing alright and just knew that she wasn’t. Why couldn’t they just do that?

“I lost.” It rolled off her tongue in a form of a question, but she meant for it to be a statement, like a cold glass of water she was suppose to pore on herself to wake her up. To make her see that this, the way she was standing with Dean, the feeling of stableness…it was all temporary. This whole situation was somewhat like alcohol, except the pain she had didn’t fade and the familiar sting didn’t occur when she swallowed. Reality was still seeping its way through the cracks, and she couldn’t help but want to run from it. “I’m scared, Dean.” That’s all she said in a muted voice as she cuddled into his chest, the desire to cry not dissipating but she didn’t; she believed this was simply because she’d cry all a human possibly could over the past few weeks. How had this happened to her? How had, over the past two years, did she become so unbelievably unsatisfied with life?

"What'da want Dean?" The Piper snapped not bothering to look up at the man, fearing that her vision would grow blurry and the all familiar warm, wet sensation would take over her facial features if she did. Her tanned digits just worked at the knot that had formed in her shoelace, picking and tugging, hoping that it'd distract her from the failure she had she experienced early on. Distract her from life. Distract her from everything, really. After a couple of failed tries at undoing it, Scarlett just gave up though, letting a defeated sigh escape her twin-flesh as she did so. "Fuck," she whispered, her breath beginning to grow heavy and the awful feeling you got right before you cried forming in her chest, but she was determined not to do that, not here. "Dean please go, please," she begged, hoping he'd just obey and not fight with her for once.

“it’s over now so you can just shut up about it, alright? you got what you wanted, for me to be stripped of the last fucking thing i had. i just wish you knew, for even just three seconds, how i feel right now because then you’d know to leave me alone about this shit. you may have slept in cars and starved yourself to get here but that’s only a small price to pay compared to what i did and you wanna know who i did it for? for someone’s who dead now. it doesn’t even matter anymore.“

[ message ➟ fuckbrose ]: nah, aside from the bitchiness we both have, we really have nothing else in common. i’m a piper and she’s a mcmahon, we’re for two different universes basically. [ message ➟ fuckbrose ]: something like that, yeah. you won’t be the only one letting off some steam though. it’s been awhile since i’ve even looked at dude with anything but disgust. i’ve spent too much time with seth and kane. [ message ➟ fuckbrose ]: as fun as that may sound, no i won’t. [ message ➟ fuckbrose ]: i can’t believe i’m doing this.