Dean could go outside and have battles with the soldiers he'd found in a mossy bucket, and squeak squeak squeak went Sammy, so reassuring. Like Sammy was right there. When he was five. And he's right here now, and Sammy is
Sammy is twenty-four, and he's
"Go to sleep, Dean," Sam says.
When Sammy was twenty-four, I was run over by a horse, and if he hadn't been around, I would have died.
Oh, man. That right there, that broke me. I love them remembering, moments in their lives not marked by 'when *i* was this age' but by the other. BIttersweet and just beautiful. Excellent stuff.
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Sammy is twenty-four, and he's
"Go to sleep, Dean," Sam says.
When Sammy was twenty-four, I was run over by a horse, and if he hadn't been around, I would have died.
Oh, man. That right there, that broke me. I love them remembering, moments in their lives not marked by 'when *i* was this age' but by the other. BIttersweet and just beautiful. Excellent stuff.