Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any part of it, including Sam and Dean Winchester. And I don't own Cruxshadow's "Perfect", but I do recommend you go listen to it. Now.

It's getting difficult
Each moment here alone
And it's getting dark outside
And stranger here without you

Dean paced the living room floor again. You could see a trail where he had been walking the same path day in and day out for a week now. His dad had been missing for a few days. The pacing started weeks, months, years… Constantly worrying. Wondering. Hoping he'd… Hoping he'd come back.

How do you do it?
How do you make me feel this way.

Sam Winchester… Sammy. His Sammy. His little brother… Why? How could he leave Dean like this? Doesn't he understand?

How can you say the things you say?
How do you do it?
It breaks my heart everyday…

Why? How could he leave Dean like this? Doesn't he understand? Doesn't Sam understand that Dean needs him?

How can he just…

Nevermind that.

Who the fuck does Sammy think he is? Think he can just… Waltz around a college campus? Think he can just pick up somewhere? That his family, this LIFE just never fucking happened?

Does he ever think of Dean?

It's getting harder
Everyday like yesterday
And tomorrow feels unreachable
A thousand years away

Staring at the phone, Dean flips through his contacts. 'Sammy' on the screen, his thumb hovers of the call button. Finally he slams his phone shut, flinging the device onto the couch. Running both his hands through his hair, almost pulling to the point of pain, he grunts.

Thinking back to the day Sam left, Dean snorts at himself.

He called every day back then. Like clockwork, he'd call every two hours. After a week of no response, he was calling once a day. All he wanted to do was talk to his baby brother. His Sammy. How did things get this bad? After a month, Dean was calling once a week. Once a month.

Finally Dean stopped calling.

I spiral into circles
And all of this for you
So tell me how to find you now
And tell me what to do…

Dean can remember the last time he spoke to Sam. How pissed he was. How pissed dad was. Hell, Dean can recall ever single word his brother uttered to him in anger that day.

Betrayal. Everyone felt it the night that Sam left.

I don't think you know that I believe in you
And I don't think you understand how much I love you still

"Woah, easy, tiger."

"Dean?.. You scared the crap out of me!"

Dean laughs, "That's because you're out of practice." A flip and Dean's on the floor with Sam. "Or not…"

Neither of them can say their sorry.

Neither can say how much they missed the other.

They are Winchesters, after all.

And I don't think you understand how much I love you still
And I don't think you realize that you are perfect in my eyes
And I don't think you know that I believe…
In you