"Fix him!"
Dean was thinking. Something he avoided wherever possible.
But lately, he was thinking a lot.
Looking after the nerdy stringbean had been his responsibility – but he'd done it willingly.
Even now, after all that had happened, his first instinct was still Sammy's wellbeing. But Sammy didn't seem to appreciate it anymore – and hadn't for quite some time. Sammy had gone down a road that…
The door opened and Sammy came in – grimly determined.
And Dean realised that yes, Sammy was different, but he was still very much the way he wanted his brother to be.
Sammy was alive.
Dedicated to all siblings. (It's also Mother's Day in the UK, so also dedictated to Mothers.)