"I had one job and I screwed it up."
I l’amour Dean because he carried baby Sam out of their burning house. I l’amour Dean because he tried to give Sammy a Christmas arbre and presents when their Dad didn't montrer up on Christmas(he didn't know they were chick presents). I l’amour him because he wants to rip bullies' lungs out for picking on his little brother whether that little brother is 14 ou 25. I l’amour him because he wants Sam to be happy ou just be okay. I l’amour him because his job is to protect Sam and he'll do that at the cost of his own life and soul. I l’amour him because he believed that Sam was strong enough to take control of Lucifer and win. And I l’amour him because when Sam did just that, his own cœur, coeur might as well just went into the cage with Sam.
I l’amour him for all the times he needled Sam and got the bitchface going. I l’amour him for all the times he told Sam he loved him with just a look and I l’amour him for the one perfect tear when he told his little brother he had turned himself into a monster.
Both Sam and Dean have their issues. Hell, they have mountains of issues. I don't know how they get up in the morning. Imagine having the weight of the world on toi everyday. Literally. There's no denying that their relationship goes beyond the normal definition of brotherly l’amour but neither Sam nor Dean is normal. I l’amour Sam for who he is. And, I l’amour Dean for every hug he's donné Sam and every tear he's shed because of him and for him. Most of all, I l’amour Dean for being the best big brother anywhere. Ever.
Brothers
Dean stared at his car, his mouth wide open, unable to speak.
“What?” he a dit shocked. “Baby, what have they done to you?”
“Dean” Sam said, elbowing him and pointing at the entrance of the hospital. Meg came outside and walked towards.
“I saw toi two from the window” she explained.
“Why are toi wearing Cas’ clothes?” Sam asked.
“Long story” Meg replied.
“And what the hell did toi and Cas do with my car?” Dean demanded to know, though part of him wished she wouldn’t answer. Unfortunately she did.
“We fucked” Meg a dit smug. The look on Dean’s face was priceless. “And Cas bled on the front seat. Speaking of Cas, he’s fine. Thanks for asking”
Dean had the courtesy to look ashamed.
“Eh, yeah, I just wanted to ask” he mumbled.
“Follow me” Meg said. “I’ll explain everything inside”
“What?” he a dit shocked. “Baby, what have they done to you?”
“Dean” Sam said, elbowing him and pointing at the entrance of the hospital. Meg came outside and walked towards.
“I saw toi two from the window” she explained.
“Why are toi wearing Cas’ clothes?” Sam asked.
“Long story” Meg replied.
“And what the hell did toi and Cas do with my car?” Dean demanded to know, though part of him wished she wouldn’t answer. Unfortunately she did.
“We fucked” Meg a dit smug. The look on Dean’s face was priceless. “And Cas bled on the front seat. Speaking of Cas, he’s fine. Thanks for asking”
Dean had the courtesy to look ashamed.
“Eh, yeah, I just wanted to ask” he mumbled.
“Follow me” Meg said. “I’ll explain everything inside”
One week later.
Heather was sitting par Meg’s bed. A week had gone par and Meg hadn’t opened her eyes once. The doctor had told her she was not in a coma, but just fast asleep. She would live. It was just a matter of time before she woke up.
Cas was less lucky. Someone had tried to kill him again, but fortunately there was a camera in the room and so the doctors could interfere just in time. Heather couldn’t help but wonder if keeping Cas alive wasn’t just extension of execution.
She felt something soft and cold on her arm and she looked down to see Meg’s finger moving.
“Meg?” she said.
Meg’s eyelids moved and slowly, but surely she opened them.
“Welcome back” Heather sighed relieved.
Meg tried to sit up, but Heather gently pushed her down again.
“Careful” she said. “I’ll go get a doctor” She hurried to the door and walked outside to call a doctor.
Heather was sitting par Meg’s bed. A week had gone par and Meg hadn’t opened her eyes once. The doctor had told her she was not in a coma, but just fast asleep. She would live. It was just a matter of time before she woke up.
Cas was less lucky. Someone had tried to kill him again, but fortunately there was a camera in the room and so the doctors could interfere just in time. Heather couldn’t help but wonder if keeping Cas alive wasn’t just extension of execution.
She felt something soft and cold on her arm and she looked down to see Meg’s finger moving.
“Meg?” she said.
Meg’s eyelids moved and slowly, but surely she opened them.
“Welcome back” Heather sighed relieved.
Meg tried to sit up, but Heather gently pushed her down again.
“Careful” she said. “I’ll go get a doctor” She hurried to the door and walked outside to call a doctor.
