Give me love like him
'Cause lately I've been waking up alone.
Paint splatted tear drops on my shirt,
Told you I'd let them go.
Dean knew that Sam was happy. And that's what killed him. He wanted him to be happy, he did, but it hurt him to know that Sam didn't need his brother for that. He'd moved on to Stanford, leaving Dean alone and their father fuming. John told him not to come back. Perhaps he knew about the boys' secret and used this as an opportunity to end it. Oh, he's ended it alright.
And that I'll fight my corner,
Maybe tonight I'll call ya,
After my blood turns into alcohol,
No I just wanna hold ya,
Dean's nights were filled with bars and booze to drown out the ache of Sam being gone. It was as if someone ripped his heart out and stomp on it with their boot. He'd almost called Sam. But him being happy was more important that Dean being unhappy. "Look out for Sammy" Dad had always said. And Dean did.
Give a little time to me, we'll burn this out,
We'll play hide and seek, to turn this around,
All I want is the taste that your lips allow,
My my, my my-y oh give me love,
He always thought of Sam. On hunts, in the car, in the shower, lying in bed at night. He missed the warm body next to his after a long day. Dean couldn't bear it. He was lost in a world of nothing.
Give me love like never before,
'Cause lately I've been craving more.
And it's been a while but I still feel the same,
Maybe I should let you go
He wanted Sam back. God damn, he wanted him back. He didn't care about their father, he missed Sam so much. He was tired of not being able to move on. For God's sake, it was his brother. How can you move on from that.
You know I'll fight my corner,
And that tonight I'll call ya,
After my blood, is drowning in alcohol,
No I just wanna hold ya,
The alcohol soon turned to drugs. Dean was shooting up to forget for an hour or so. After he ran out of money he began selling himself. Figured that if he wasn't good enough for Sam then it didn't matter. He only wanted Sam. His father had left him in one of the towns he had found a hunt in, sick of fighting. John told Dean to do the hunt and to call him when he was done.
Give a little time to me, we'll burn this out
We'll play hide and seek, to turn this around
All I want is the taste that your lips allow
My my, my my-y, oh give me love
Night after night, day after day, selling himself for whoever would take him. He learned from his father that Sam died in a fire. He said it looked like the same thing that killed mom. "You get your ass out here, Dean" John had said. Dean simply replied with "I'm too tired, Dad." and hung up the cell phone. He turned it on silent. Dean picked up the needle and pushed it into his vein in his arm. His last thought before his world faded into blackness was "Goodnight, Sammy."
My my, my my-y, oh give me love…