The seasonYou sat there on the bed. You felt like no one wanted you. No one needed you. No one could see your pain, you hid it pretty well most days. Today, though, was really hard. You couldn't concentrate, or even want to concentrate. You knew that it was going to arrive sooner or later, so you tried to prepare yourself mentally everyday. You slowly started to feel it set in. At first you fight it, but soon it took over. Your seasonal depression. Hunting, researching, even living was harder than it was meant to be. And it had taken it's toll on you. You got up later, worked less, ate less, and definitely talked less. You covered it with a smile, though. For your brothers. Well, adopted brothers, kind of.
Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Kevin. Your weird, dysfunctional family. You loved each and everyone of them, but they didn't know about your condition. Every year, well, almost every year, you would go into this funk. This impossibly heavy darkness. Before you met them, you were just a homeless