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I Dream of Arcadia
"Where are you now, brother?" Dean slipped on to the balcony and wrapped himself in his brother's long arms.
"I dream of Egypt." Sam replied, rubbing his cheek against Deans' hair.
"I see us sleeping in each other's embrace, in our sun boat, gliding among the river's reeds."
"The Southern wind rattles the reeds and the current of the Nile rocks the boat. Ra's disk rises and we come to the end of another night's voyage. We greet again Ptah, the Disk of Heaven, who illuminates the world with the fire of his eyes. "
"Our hearts have been weighed on the scales of Anubis in the presence of Renenit, Meskhenit and Shai and we are judged pure and come back to the kingdom of day. The city awakes with us and we begin again."
Dean laughs lightly. "It was your favorite life, wasn't it?"
"We danced and loved and walked among men unafraid. We were as gods and none dare touch or even look at us. What was there not to like?" Sam sighed.
"Yeah, well you didn't have to go around with a damn basket, finding pieces of your lover. That wasn't fun, "huffed Dean.
"Yes, but the resurrection was glorious and we live forever in the memories of men. It brings us to this point as centuries pass. Don't sulk." Sam sighed again and pulled Dean in snugly and kissed the side of his neck. "What do you dream of, my love? Where in time do you dwell?"
"Remember Arcadia?" Dean answered, "the sun on the ocean waves and the colors running up the mountain side; light chasing night away. We were as children, playing in the fields. That place stays with me. No men, the earth was new and fresh. No gods, just us and laughter. Why not there instead of Egypt?" Dean murmured.
"It was the perfect garden, yes'. Sam whispered, "but you did not love me yet."
"Not true. I have always loved you." Dean replied.
"There was no depth, no shade, to our love," objected Sam. "It was all bright, shiny and soft. I cried out for more and we left the garden behind. If you did not feel it, why did you follow me?"
"You know why I followed you. I would sooner abandon myself than you." Dean replied, "Are we going to go on mooning about on this balcony or are we going to see what this day holds?"
Sam laughed. "Fine, always up and at 'em, aren't you?"
Dean smiled in return. "Yes, if I left it all up to you, you would turn into a damn statue, dreaming of the past. I would die of boredom. Let's run before the wind. What should we be today?"