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Dean's eyes widened as he watched the video. He couldn't belive his eyes, Charlie was dead. Theres no way he could survive that.
His phone slipped out of his hands, he dropped his head into his hands. Tears were streaming down his face.
"Oh god..." He mumbled.
Dean stood up slowly, his legs shaking as he walked out of the room.
He had to get away. From everything.
He couldn't breath right, his breath kept coming out in shaky gasps. He walked into the kitchen before collapsing, his legs not being able to carry him any further.
Dean just layed there, sobbing. Before finally, he cried himself to sleep.
When he woke up it was dark out, he slowly stood up, stiff from the floor. Stretching, he wiped the tears from his eyes as he slowly walked back to his room.
He sat down on his bed and picked up his phone and saw he had a missed call from. Erika, Charlies ex wife.
He called her back.
"Dean! Are you ok, did you see what happened?" Her voice came through.
"I'm fine...did Charlie d.."
"I...yes. He...he's gone Dean. I'm sorry."
Dean's just sighed, he could feel the tears building up again.
He hung up. He couldn't do this.
How could he go on? He didnt even know. But he knew he had to.
He ran his hands over his wrists, but ignored the urge instead laying down with a sigh. He didnt know what to do. Instead he just cried himself to sleep.