Soulmates.
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Dean, do you think we're too co-dependent," Sam asked unexpectedly, interrupting Dean's lusty off-key rendering of "Born To Be Wild"
Dean heard the question clearly, but he was in a sing-along mood and he certainly didn't want to swap it for a Sammy-broody mood, so he continued on singing.
"Maybe if I ignore him, he'll not insist," he thought hopefully to himself, for what Sam had asked was just something he didn't want to thrash out, not now not ever; but alas it was not to be, as Sam repeated his question while contemporaneously turning down the volume of the music.
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Dean turned his head towards his brother and sighed as he encountered Sam's puppy eyes studying him inquisitively, waiting for him to answer, as if the question he had asked was of world-shattering importance.
He cursed the family genes that had bestowed the persuasive moss green "peepers" on his little brother, for while they were handy for making witnesses talk, they unfortunately melted his own heart, already so vulnerable to his little brother's needs, making him open up too!
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But just what was he supposed to say?
If he went for the yes, he would be admitting out loud what both of them knew to be true, and if he said no then he was certain that Sam would come up with a whole list of examples to point out that yes, they were too co-dependent; so he went for the middle way, answering with another question.
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"Now why on Earth would you think that, Sammy?" he countered keeping his voice as casual as possible.
Maybe he could manage to avoid the probable sentimental moment that was building up.
"We're always together, Dean."
"So? Apart from the fact that we're brothers, we work together, Sam! We have to watch each other's back."
"That's not what I meant," Sam looked at him as if he was being purposely obtuse, which he was.
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"I mean why can't we live without each other, Dean? We've both tried, before and it has never worked out."
His forehead crunched up in thought, as if trying once again and not succeeding, in understanding exactly the force that bound them so tightly together.
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"Sammy, we've been like this forever; just why is it so important for you to understand it all now? There's no explanation, man! This is just who we are.
I look out for you, and you for me.
You don't ask why the grass is green or the sky is blue, it just is, and we're the same; we are what we are!"
"No, Dean, there's a scientific explanation for the green grass and the blue sky, but not for us!" Sam continued on stubbornly, his voice rising.
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"Sammy, you remember what Ash told us in Heaven, don't you; about us being soul mates?"
He saw Sam's eyes grow even rounder at his words, as he waited for his brother to continue.
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"Well I never told you but when we got back to Earth, I went and looked up exactly what it meant.
It turns out that there are various kinds of soul-mates but, man, we're right at the top of the range; the kind that complete each other, and if separated suffer enormous pain and anguish. It also said that usually they have spent multiple lifetimes together in past lives.
Now you can believe this new-agey stuff or not; whatever, Sam, but that is all I'm going to say on the subject," and he cranked up the music to almost unbearable level but it didn't drown out Sam's quiet reply.
"I do believe it, Dean."
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