Dean’s soul personified: The Boy Soldier I have a headcanon that if Dean’s soul were to ever manifest into a physical form, it would take the shape of a small boy, because deep down, he’s still that lost little kid who was forced to grow up too fast.
No soul-friends for me to lean upon. No soul mate to cheer me up. Sometimes the loneliness is unbearable. That will be the right time for me to sorrowfully go to bed while striving to sleep, so tomorrow I& have a fresh new happy day.