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Dear Sam,

There was one single thought running through my head as I sat in that chair.

You were dead.

You, my brother Sam, was dead. My entire body felt numb. There was nothing I could do but sit in that dammed chair and watch as your body slowly began to rot on that bed.

You were dead.

My head was spinning now, as I looked at your body, broken and still. But you didn't open his eyes. You didn't sit up and look around with that goofy smile plastered on his face. No.

You were dead.

I don't know how long I sat there, seeing the blood running freely on the sheets from that knife wound. I heard Bobby come in a few times. Sometimes he would say things to me, but most of the time he let me be. I needed to stay next to you, Sam, because I couldn't just leave you… that was completely impossible. I was sworn to protect you. And there was no way in hell I was leaving you. Sam. You're my little brother. I carried you out of our house when you were only 6 months. And I had sworn to take good care of you, I whispered in your ear that night that everything would be fine, and that I wouldn't let anything ever happen to you. But now….

Your dead.

What am I supposed to do? Keep on going, as people say. But you are lying on that bed, and your not coming back to me. You're not waking up. Do you understand what this is doing to me? It's killing me from the inside out! I can feel this hole in my chest where dad ripped it out. It's expanding, Sammy, emptying out the place where you were, just a few hours ago.

Or has it been days? I've lost track of time… but you still won't open your eyes, and what can I do now, because Bobby is telling me to torch your body and eat food. But how can I do these kinds of things if you're not right there beside me, making so smart-ass remark? How am I supposed to go on without you right there to keep me in line? Sammy…. I miss you. And I gotta set things right…. So don't go anywhere… I'll be right back.

I just gotta go cut a deal… I will see you soon.

Love,

Dean.