I handed him a beer. He nodded in thanks. I opened the cap to mine and the release of the pressure in the beer bottle was music to my ears. I smiled and drank about half of it in one swallow. It was an awesome stress reliever. Beer took all the worries away.
I looked at him thinking how lucky I was. How lucky I was to have a little brother like him. To have a little brother that would give his life for mine. To have a little brother who would be willing to drop everything and travel around the country with me.
And now, He was all that I have left.
If it wasn't for Sammy, I don't know where I would be. Not here. Defiantly not here right drinking a beer with him. I would be a mess. Emotionally, mentally, and physically. When something went wrong, we were there for each other. If that disappeared... I shook my head not wanting to think about it.
"What?" Sam asked from his spot on the hood. We were both sitting on the hood of the Impala leaning against the windshield.
"Nothing," I leaned my head against the top of the car. I closed my eyes soaking in the sun. "I was thinking of how you were all that I have left. And how lucky I am."
"Lucky? Dean our lives suck," Sam said after he took a drink of his beer.
"I know but think about this," I lifted my head to look at Sam. "Think about where we would be if we didn't have each other."
"That's not something I want to think about," Sam responded a couple minutes later.
"That's the point," I said taking another drink of the amber liquid. "I would love to have an apple pie life but if you're all that I have, then that's fine with me."
"Thank," Sam smiled.
"It's better than nothing," I reminded him.
"I know," Sam muttered.
I smiled not saying anything else. I sat there happy with the life that we had. Well, not fully happy but still it was better than nothing. It was good because I had something left to fight for. I had something to keep me going. I had something worth fighting for.