In common, Sam Winchester and Wyatt Logan had practically nothing; different ages, different lives, different missions, different worlds, yet they shared a plethora of emotions; love, loss, regret, guilt.
Both had lost a love genuine and true.
One already wed to his girl, one who was getting ready to propose. But the scales of fate tended to level out any joy with an equal helping of pain.
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For the younger, the anguish at his wife's death was fresh, raw; her name a dagger to the heart.
For the elder, the hurt had been tempered by the passage of more than ten years, all beset by cruel and word-shattering events, yet in the quiet moments of rest, the terrible manner of his innocent girlfriend's death replayed in vivid gory detail.
For Wyatt, it was too soon to move on.
He was on a mission to discover exactly how and why his wife had lost her life in the darkness of the countryside. Perhaps then he might be able to take on a new love, the woman by his side, She who had his back and might one day heal his shattered soul.
In Sam's case, the pain had scarred over, seemingly healed but ready to flare up when regret and guilt for her death took hold of him.
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But unlike the younger man, he'd already found his new love, actually not such a new love, but one which had been at his side since the day he was born and whose splendour burned brighter than the most fiery star in the firmament.
Wyatt Logan still had to experience the fullness of his budding new affection, whereas Sam Winchester rejoiced in the boundless love of his big brother. A love which had challenged heaven, hell, purgatory and death, which had overcome demons and angels, monsters and devils.
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Sam knew nothing of Wyatt, nor of Lucy Preston, but if he could, he'd wish for them to experience the same love which united himself and Dean.
However, each man, in the most intimate corner of their hearts, kept alive the bittersweet moments of their once and unfortunate loves.
Jessica would forever be a part of them.
The end