Sammy, you have to let me go…
Sam stared at the paper in his hand, the few short words written in Dean's hand.
Sammy, you have to let me go…
He'd lost track of how long he'd been looking for Dean. Longer than weeks, shorter than months.
Sammy, you have to let me go…
The eternal irony of their lives - they were rarely on the same page at the same time. Usually when Sam tried to pull Dean close, physically or emotionally or whatever, Dean would pull away. Be it pride or embarrassment or bravado, a Dean who didn't want to be pulled in didn't get pulled in.
Sammy, you have to let me go…
But, Sam had to be honest, there were plenty of times when Dean had tried to pull him in and pride or bravado had made Sam pull away. Even the not-infrequent times they hugged, it was most often Dean pulling Sam in and it was most often Sam breaking contact first.
Even now ~
Sammy…
~ Dean was pulling Sam in, unconsciously or not.
… you have to let me go…
Sam shook his head.
"Not this time, Dean."
The End
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A/N: please pray for a friend of my nephew Dennis. This boy was there when Dennis drowned and suffers terribly to this day that he couldn't save him. He said he feels like he has no one to talk to, he hasn't slept well since it happened, and he's talked about joining Dennis.