These, Our Bodies, Possessed par Light

Dear Dean,

You are my hero since I was four years old. toi were there when I was a child, sacrificed everything for me. toi protected me. toi have told me the truth about monsters and about Dad. toi have done anything to make me happy and assure me a sûr, sans danger childhood. toi were there for me even when toi were too old to take care of me and just when the girls started to look at you.

Now I understand why toi live that way. toi missed your adolescence because toi had to take care of your annoying little brother.

Now we’ve grown up, become men, Lost our parents, and become a family together, just...

Dean: toi know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while. That's fun.
Andrea: Must be hard with your sense of direction. Never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.
Sam: “Kids are the best”? toi don't even like kids.
Dean: I l’amour kids.
Sam: Name three children that toi even know.(Dean thinks and Sam begins to walk away. Dean scratches his head)
Dean: I'm thinking!
Dean: So crayons is plus your thing? That's cool. Chicks dig artists. Hey, these are pretty good. toi mind if I sit and draw with toi for a while? I'm not so bad myself. toi know, I think toi can hear me, toi just...

The slam of the door echoed in my mind, even though it had been a few minutes, while I just lay there, on the floor. I could feel a piece of jagged glass digging slightly into my back and rolled slightly to release the pressure. My head was banging harder than it had done in a long time; I had driven for hours and then been beaten up par mo own brother. Well worth the journey, a dit the sarcastic, amer voice in my head. I knew I should get up, should get out of the room before room service called and I had to think of an excuse of why not to pay, ou find a phony credit card...but I couldn’t....