I had known him his whole life. Actually, he had known me my whole life. He's four years older than me. As we got older, I looked out for him, he looked out for me. We always had each other's backs. Though I have to admit, I needed more looking out after than he did considering I was younger and a girl. But one thing I've always admired about him was that he never saw me as one -- meaning he never treated me differently just cause I was a girl. He was never condescending to me. But if anyone ever made fun of me for doing things "only guys can/should be doing," he'd give then a piece of him. But, actually, that never happened to much. All our friends had been there since the beginning so they never treated me any different either. They thought it was cool that I wasn't like most of the girls around town -- not too girly, but not too guyish either. I didn't have many girl friends. The ones I did have always wanted to start up drama so I let them; now, we're not so close. I don't mind it though. It's fun having all guy friends. There's never any drama. Just always happy about life and enjoying life. I like it that way. But even if there was "drama" between any of us, it'd always go down the way guys did it -- hate each other one day, then the following hour, we were best friends again. But, honestly, we never had to worry about that. Things were always cool between us. I liked it that way. I never had to worry about ruining our friendship because we both knew that no matter what, we'd be there for each other. Though we never said it, it was understood. No matter what happens, we'd be friends forever. Yeah, I was four years younger, but he didn't care. He thought of me as his little sister, I thought of him as my big brother. I was his best friend. He was mine. And I couldn't ask for a better one.
His name?
Dean Winchester.