Work Text:
Death is a gift
At last I can cry
Confess my sins
Run toward the open door.
Sam learned this first, but by the end, Dean and Sam were both at peace.
I own nothing. I rely on the talent and kindness of strangers.
No Beta. All mistakes are mine to claim and bear.
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Death is a gift
At last I can cry
Confess my sins
Run toward the open door.
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