Author's Note #1: This is a tag to 5.13, The Song Remains the Same, and is so totally removed from what I had originally planned to write, but we all know fickle Muse's can be...so I just went with it.
It's a little...abstract...for me, far removed from the straightforward way I usually write, but my wonderful editor assured me that she understand the meanings behind it...and I hope you will too.
Author's Note #2: As always, big Hugs to Riathe Mai, well...for everything.
Darling: (noun) A dearly beloved person
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He'd brought every weapon; planned for every contingency…save one.
In the light of the moon, Dean could see the devastation that error wrought.
Wistful, awe, unconditional love….absolute longing. Dreams became tangible, only to be ripped away.
His little brother's sorrow haunted his dreams, shattered his soul.
He'd held his memories close to his heart all these years; they were precious, treasured, cherished…and Dean now realized…meant to be shared.
Dean's voice, rough and gentle, broke through the darkness.
With only the stars as witness, he told about the happiest six months of their lives.
"She used to call you 'my darling'…"