This was just something I wrote down when I read a REALLY sad fic. 0h! and OBVIOUSLY I got my comp fixd! Im sooo happy! But unfortunately my comp has it against me, it deleted ch.003 to Right & Wrong is as simple as Black& White, right? (and a few other projects I was working on) So I have to start from scratch, *cries* but I'll try my hardest to get it up within a week, but I hav band camp this week and its gonna take up most of my time T.T but I wont let RL get too in the way! XD

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He had to come and check up on him. Make sure his Sammy was alright. And as he watched his baby brother, that's when realization thought it'd be a good time to hit him.

Sam was sitting at a large round table in Stanford's very own cafeteria. He was laughing at something the guy across from him had said. Then his brother slung a arm lazily around the pretty blonde sitting next to him, and she kissed his cheek. And Dean's insides turned to ice. He felt like a knife had dug into his chest and twisted sharply.

Dean watched with sad, cold eyes that were filled with unshed tears, but he didn't dare cry. Because Sam was happy, and that's all that mattered; screw whatever it had cost Dean to make his baby brother happy, if he could do it, he would. Sam was in college, he was going to graduate, get a good job, marry a pretty lady, and have 2.3 children. Complete with a white picket fence, a nice happy apple pie life, Dean thought. And if anyone deserved that, it was Sammy.

But no, this wasn't Sammy anymore. This was Sam. Maybe that chubby twelve year old whom that nickname belonged to needed him. But Sam, the tall, muscled, tan laughing man that Dean now saw, did not. Not as much as Dean needed him.

Sam could live this life that he should have been able to, without unwanted ties holding him to a past life he never even wanted in the first place.

And Dean may be a sick twisted fuck, feeling the way he did about his brother, but it didn't mean that he didn't still want the best for his Sam. And he knew that he had to let him go. Years of pining after Sam and the months filled with anguish, anger, and betrayal when Sam had left him; he had to bury it all behind him.

He pictured the young kid that was Sammy, who had looked up to Dean, needed him, and always knew his big brother was there to protect him and love him. The smiling face of his Sammy melted and faded, and was replaced by Sam, the kid who had made it clear at the age of 14 that hunting wasn't for him, and that he wanted a normal life.

Dean sighed as the tears broke free, streaking down his face and causing his throat to burn and clench tightly.

"Good-Bye Sammy." Dean whispered, as he got up and made his way back to the Impala.

He started the car and drove away. He would always love his Sammy, the way he should and shouldn't, but he knew that he wasn't needed.

And he sobbed as he put Stanford and Sam behind him.

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Like I said up there ^, I wrote this wen I was sad cause of the fic I was readn and this sorta just popped in my head and I was like 'ok write! Jackie write!'

Ok so this is just angsty drabble on Dean's part, im gonna put up Sam's POV and if you want me to continue? REVIEW! (it's the most magical word EVAR!) Seriously though, if you think I should continue it or just leave it like this, review to tell me so! I await ur reviews!