Literature
Memories (Michael!Dean x Dead!Reader)
I looked down in silence, watching the unassuming people below us, mindless men and women, aimless and insignificant passing through like ants in a line. Noise was scarce but still noticeable from this height, faint sounds of traffic and the overlap gibbering voices coming from them all. I watched as plenty of people pushed their ways through to go in the same direction as others, an innate self-serving desire to be ahead of a complete stranger just as irrelevant as the others around them. Yet their own egos, this world’s customs, gave the very audacity and illusion that there were some more important than others, and thrived off the foolish notion, ignoring all of father’s flaws within them as a whole. Yet I found myself often watching them from places like this. Hi rises, lavish areas dipped in gold and useless trinkets, draped in the very allusion of self-importance that they had placed value in. Before, I had someone beside me, watching gleefully next to me, interested in the