AN: First fic ever, yikes! Well i guess drabble is a better discription for this. Anyway, hope someone out there likes this.
Disclaimer~ if you think I own anything supernatural, you're probably tripping on some high quality shit.
You can see it in his eyes when he looks at you.
He's hurt and he's jealous.
Really, he has no reason to be—jealous, that is.
You've never loved her. You keep looking for the right excuse for what you two do in the cover of the night. You told him that you trust her because she saved you.
But you lied.
Maybe she saved you once, but he's saved you a thousand times more.
Truth be told, you're using her. She is your greatest weapon and in these dying days you do what it takes to get the job done, no matter what.
But you're not gonna blame him for being hurt. Hell, it hurts you to hurt him. Hurts worse than the knife that went through your spinal cord in Cold Oak.
Someday you will make things right, make things better. Someday soon, after you've stopped the world from crashing to your feet. Because, because…
He's your big brother.
Because you love him.
AN2: So speaking of older and younger siblings, my sister ("mousefiction" on here) bullied me into posting this, so please be gentle, as I've never written anything before. You should check out her fic, I Don't Care that I'm Dying, its way better! I'm thinking about posting a sick!dean story on here in the near future.. hmmm. Guess we'll see how that goes.