Burned.
That's how Dean would describe everything he cared about. His mom; hose fire, his dad; a hunters death, same with Bobby. All he had left was Sam. And soon he'd burn too; they all did. And of course, it's be Dean's fault. It always was. And to be honest, he hated himself for it.
Dean had tried to keep Sam away, convincing him to go to collage and all, but in the end, he just couldn't stay away.
Fire.
Fiery passion, a willingness to do anything for the other. That's what the Winchesters shared. The fire searing brighter with each thrust and every new mark that was seared into their hearts.
They were willing to burn in hell for each other; just another flame to add to the inferno. Dean gave up everything for Sam. He even managed to claw his way out of the flames they had created for his little Sammy. Just him and Sammy. Nothing else mattered. A long as he has Sam, the fire continues to burn them.
