Over, and over,

Time and time again,

You are put under pain.

You sacrifice.

You ache.

You suffer.

And for what?

For it to all happen again.

You have bled, have died so many times,

Placed on the path you were raised into.

You were given no choice.

No hope of it being false to where you could live your lives in peace.

Demon after demon,

Trial after trial.

All you were given was pain and sorrow.

And yet, you continue.

Not for the bad times, for you know they can't keep you going.

Negativity never does.

You keep going, not for the hurt you have been given,

But for the hope you still miraculously have.

So many taken, right from your side.

Bobby.

Charlie.

Kevin.

Mary.

And only to name so few who have left you forever.

I used to believe a brother's bond was so weak and fragile, tied only by mutual respect and understanding.

But, you have shown me different.

If you can survive that,

All of it,

Why can't I survive the life I have been given?

I have not been to Hell.

Nor have I died, so wracked with pain on my final breath.

But you have.

You have been through Hell and back so many times that you are now used to it.

You are used to the pain and the sorrow and the regret.

But, that only makes you cherish the good times.

The bad will come and go.

It will stain you.

It will carve scar upon scare upon your very souls.

But those good memories can never fade.

They can never be fabricated.

And that is what gives you hope.

That is what makes you continue.

You have given me strength,

Sam,

Dean.

The strength to find that I have not been living hopelessly as I have thought.

I was ready to sacrifice my very existence, just for the pain I thought I could never escape.

I would have thrown everything away, just because I was too blind to see that my pain could never compare to yours.

If you can still continue,

Then why can't I?