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Summary: A reflection of thoughts through Deanís eyes. Deanís POV



Rated: R (language)



Reflections




Sometimes I wish my life were normal.

There, I said it. The words that, somehow, mean so much to my little brother Sammy.

He once called me a selfish bastard and, hell maybe I am. This has been all that I have ever wanted for the past two years. Sam, my father, and me.

Together again. To be a family. To be happy.

God, when it comes to that damn word, sometimes all I want to do is throw up and get on with the day. But sometimes, in a split second, I feel happy.

Maybe itís because Sam and me are working together. Maybe itís the fact that we are working together. For one common cause Ė to kill everything from here to there, on the road to finding Dad.

Sam told me that after all of this was over that I had to let him go his own way, but damned if I donít want to do it.

I feel safe when Sammy is around. I donít feel like I have to constantly look over my shoulder every five damn minutes.

Great, now Iím fucking paranoid!




THE END






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