Vicarious Love
Sherlockian-Spy
Letters from No-One
Another letter addressed to Sam. They'd been coming since Sam died. Dean assumed they'd been coming since before the accident, only Sam had been alive to get them. There was no return address. Dean couldn't send the letters back or write whoever it was to tell them Sam was dead. They were really starting to pile up on Sam's old desk, yet, Dean couldn't bring himself to throw them out. They'd come once a month, the latest one made it thirty-one letters that Sam would never read.
Dean sighed and sank onto his sofa, beer in hand. He missed his little brother. Sam had only been twenty-two. He'd gotten a full scholarship to Stanford. He was going to become a lawyer. He'd been so happy and Dean had been so proud of him. He'd come home for spring break, telling Dean that he was graduating from his pre-law program and he'd be starting actual law school in the fall. Again, with a full scholarship. Dean could still hear his excited voice.
He'd gone out to get them some takeout for dinner. It was just a quick trip up to the burger joint and then home. He wasn't supposed to get hit by a log truck, and get knocked off the road. He'd had a future. he wasn't supposed to die on the side of the road, alone.
Dean wasn't a fool. He knew bad things happened. As a preacher, he knew God always had a plan, but as an older brother, he also knew he couldn't accept that Sammy's death had been part of some plan. He couldn't accept that God's plan for Sam was to die at twenty two.
After another two beers, Dean had been ready to pass out. It was ten thirty, and he still had to finish the bulletins for next week's service. His assistant was good, but she could only do so much. Half-way down the hall to his room, he heard a hard knock on the front door. Staggering towards it, he opened it to find a guy on his door step with a suitcase.
"Dean! Castiel Delafoy, nice to see you again. Did Sam tell you I was coming?"
A/N: This is a request from pleaselistentomemydearcastie l on tumblr. This is my first Supernatural fic! I'm sorry if I don't get any of the characters right. D: Also, I decided to make Dean a Presbyterian preacher as opposed to Catholic like my prompter requested because I know more about the Presbyterian church. I've really taken a lot of liberties with this idea. Also, again, instead of it being an accident that killed his mom AND brother, I'm operating under both Winchester parents were dead. More angst for me to write that way.
Also, I know it's short but please bear with me, they won't all be this short.