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Dean,
You are broken.
You are broken, but you are not the one who did the breaking.
You have survived those who have broken you
You have survived their attempts to flay your essence, your soul
You are still pure at heart, righteous, chosen, worthy.
You are splintered and cracked
You are fissured pavement and chipped glass
Brittle and strong and so very ancient
Young still in body but old in soul.
You are more than the sum of your torture
You are redeemed, cleansed
You have fought trials and lost, your own virtue forgotten
The ones you have touched remember.
We remember compassionate eyes, viridescent orbs,
Clouded by self recrimination and doubt
But clear with purpose
Clear with a light so untainted that to gaze upon it is truly benediction
We remember you Dean Winchester,
So that you may remember yourself.
You will always deserve to be saved.
It is your right, for you have suffered so very much.
You will survive,
But at great cost.
You are broken Dean Winchester,
But to be fixed,
You must first let us help.