My Brother

Lately I've heard you've got the weight of the world on your shoulder
Times have been rough, I can't turn the other way

I have always wanted to protect Sammy…ever since he was born really. I think it became noticed to me when Mom died and Sammy nearly got burned by the fire – if I hadn't had grabbed hold of him, I wouldn't have my baby brother, I would be all alone.

Watching him now hurts me. The power he is using terrifies me – I never wanted him to go dark side, I mean I hope he doesn't, but with the way things are going. Hell…I didn't want him to do hunting full stop but I needed him to help me find Dad…so I dragged him into this…and I wish I never had.

I see Sammy every night, when he comes into the hotel, with that solemn, emotionless face, and all I want to go is walk up to him, hold him in my arms, just a hug to let him know everything is going to be okay. Because he is my brother and I want him to give me his fears, his terror, his pain…just so he can live easy for once. Life has been hard on him…and Sammy doesn't deserve it.

Jessica died, Mom, Dad, Madison, Ava….all these people died, and they all meant something really special to Sam. All I lost was Mom and Dad – hardly a comparison despite the grief I still feel. I just hope Sam knows that I will always be here for him…even if he turns into something we hunt…I wont kill him. I could never hurt my Sammy…never in my lifetime. And I would never let anything hurt him either. Times have been too rough for Sam, and its not his fault that I sold my soul, its not his fault that I left him for months all alone, its not his fault that he has been using these powers…I just want him to know that its not his fault – it was never his fault.

Because he is my brother…and I love him.

I love my Sammy.

My Brother, my Brother, whatcha gonna do
My Brother, my Brother, here to help you
Tell me your sorrows, tell me your fears
My Brother, my Brother, I'll always be here

I like driving in my car

Its a bit old but its mine, I mend it in my spare time
Just last week I changed the oil, the rocker valves and the coil
Just last week I changed the oil
Last week it went round the clock, I also had a little knock
I dented somebody's fender, he learnt not to park on a bender, ha ha ha

Having one of the Winchester butts on my precious black leather interior is very hard on me; having him open me up and stab oil into my insides is very painful for me; having him stuff a load of weapons and draw those stupid little symbols on me is very destructive of my image and reputation! I mean I am a 1967Chevolet Impala! The ultimate of Impalas – with the smooth black paintwork, the soft leather seats and the fiery purr of my engine that could melt any heart…treat me with some respect!

O it's not Dean I'm talking about here – he is lovely to me. Always stroking me and talking to me – he makes me feel special…but that Sam?

What. An. Ass

Banging my doors whenever he gets in and out with such ferocity it makes me cry; drinking scotch and staining my beautiful seats; and he even had to audacity to rip out my vintage cassette player so he could put an IPod! An IPod I tell you!!!! Complete madness….

I'm so glad my Deany came back to me – I had missed him. No one can sweet talk me like he can.

I like him driving me…even with a flat tire, I will keep going just for him; even when the oil needs changing I will keep going as fast as I can.

Cos I'm an 1967 Chevrolet Impala…and Dean Winchester is my friend… a match made in picture perfect heaven.

I like driving in my car, it don't look much but I've been far
I like driving in my car, even with a flat tyre
I like driving in my car, its not quite a jaguar
I like driving in my car, I'm satisfied I've got this far