Disclaimer: Sadly, I only own Dean Winchester and the character/plots/devices of Supernatural in my dreams. All aspects of this wonderful man belongs, in concept to Eric Kripke, and in style to the talented Jensen Ackles.
The idea of "re-memory" is the fabulous creation of Toni Morrison, and for those unfamiliar with her work, it references the 'vibe' left in a room after someone is gone, having flashes of a person, the past, years later. It's the idea that the past is almost a living entity, that leaves it's mark and can 'haunt' a person.
Summary: A lonely life, a lonely man, a perfect home.
Mmmm…
The jacket was a relic, well-worn, beaten.
Scuffs danced about the collar,
Creases etched in the sleeves.
Gun oil and leather permeated the pocket,
But everything screamed: "Dean."
Mmmm…
The car was a classic, boat-size, endearing.
Scratches carved along the doors,
Scorchmarks painted the back seat.
Shotguns and holy water filled every cranny,
But everything screamed: "Dean."
Mmmm…
The room was a hovel, unclean, expected.
Protection poured across the floor,
Research covered the ancient walls.
Duffle bags and hopes lied scattered about,
But everything screamed: "Dean."
Mmmm…
The job was a lifestyle, scary, emotional.
Memories floated among the living,
Revenge ensconced every tiny decision.
Broken dreams and prayers left waiting,
But everything screamed: "Dean."
Mmmm…
The man was a legend, sinful (unique?), lonely.
Scars mourned amidst his torso,
Destiny burdened his proud shoulders.
Freckles and Autumn eyes gazed cautiously, tenderly,
And everything whispered: "Home."