A/N: Letters that never made it to their rightful owners. Enjoy! R&R!
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"And when the lights all went out, we watched our lives on the screen..."
- Disenchanted, My Chemical Romance
Dear Dad,
I wish I had the guts to tell you this in person instead of writing a letter I know you'll never get. I know you and Sammy had some major… disagreements, for lack of a better word, in the past, but you knew Sam was never one to leave well enough alone. Ever since he was able to speak, he started asking that one word question that seemed to cause trouble, why. Why is the sky blue? Why don't we have a mommy? Why do we keep moving? Why is daddy never here? Why do I have to hunt? Why can't we be normal? Why can't I go to college? The point is, Sam was and still is never satisfied until he has the truth. It's also the same reason you two fight more than cats and dogs.
No matter how much you try to deny it, you and Sammy are more alike than you think. Pigheaded and stubborn, the both of you. Of course those are also the famous Winchester traits, but you two take it to the extreme. You both want it done your way, but that can't happen. It's either one or the other and neither of you are willing to back down until it's settled with your way winning. That's what happened today when Sam told you he was going to college. When you told him that if he walked out that door that he better not come back, I think he was shocked. I was shocked. He knew you were going to be upset, believe me he told me earlier, but I don't think he was expecting, I don't I was expecting, you to say that. Like I said, I wish I had the guts to tell you to call him. He thinks you hate him. You told him to stay gone and you know he will, which is why you said it; after all, if he came back freely it would be saying to him that you were right, and you know how much he loves proving you wrong.
The point is, I know you're not mad at Sam or at least want to be. I wish I could be mad at him too, for leaving. But he's my little brother and no matter what he does, (short of painting the Impala pink), I'll always love him, even if I don't say it as often as I should. I know you love him too, (even if he is a pain in the ass sometimes), but Sam doesn't. He needs to hear it to believe it. Call him, leave rock salt outside his dorm, hell just do something to let him know you care that he's gone. I wish I could. Then again, I don't even have the nerve to give you this letter, let alone confront Sammy. Just goes to show how much use I am.
-Dean W.