North

by starglow71

AU. A little poem of sorts about Sam and Dean's bond and how it always leads them back to each other, like a compass finds direction, these boys always point to each other, nowhere else. Could be seen as Wincest if you squint but not meant to be.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters.

Warning: Wincest but only if you squint. So if this bothers you, please don't read it. I don't mean to offend anyone.

A short poem of our boys' complicated relationship to each other. Wincest or not, depends on how close you read into it.

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A compass.

Love is a compass.

Dean felt this.

Sam felt this.

Each time they died.

Each time they lived.

How? Others ask.

Dean is the arrow, the needle.

Sam the magnet, North.

Dean always points to Sam.

When Sam is gone,

Dean spins, has no direction.

North is gone.

When Sam is there, alive again.

Dean has a direction.

North.

Always North.

Eternally North.

The same applies to Sam.

To Sam, Dean is the magnet, North.

Sam is the arrow.

Pointing to Dean.

Without each other,

There is no North.

No real direction.

Just spinning without it.

Getting lost.

Until the other comes together

With its other half.

Then there is no more spinning.

There is only…

North.