Donnerstag, März 6, 2008 5:44 pm
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Heaven Can Wait
Dean sat cradling Sam's head in his lap, his hands covered in Sam's blood. They had only gotten so close over the past two years, but Dean wouldn't have given that time up for anything. He had loved his brother, protected him, had done everything he could to make this melancholy life of hunting a good one for Sammy.
There, I knew you once, didn't I?
And the sound of that music travelled
to me from that orphan sky
and pulled it all in my vault
But now Sammy was gone, lost to the orphan sky, or maybe to hell. He hoped he had gone to heaven – Sammy, at least, deserved to go to heaven. And Dean didn't know where to go from here. He looked around the dead ghost town, thought of the beautiful cemetery he would bury Sam in. It would have sweeping, folding branches that blew in the summer breeze, and when winter came there would be a beautiful, white canopy of snow. None of his family had been buried in a cemetery. There had been no point. No one ever came back to visit the grave, so it had never mattered where the empty body was placed. But Dean would come back to visit Sammy. He would come
back and sit and talk to Sam and ask God, although there really was no God, Dean knew, why he had taken Sammy from him. All he wanted was a little more time, just to say goodbye, and I love you. He had never told him he loved him.
Love hide me away deep in this town and canopy of snow
Go, spin me around under the folding branches
Now, is not too late, heaven can wait another year or so
Thought I loved you once, didn't I?
But I wanted the fame, didn't I?
Thought it broke your heart, didn't I?
But that face in the dark wasn't mine
In the end, he couldn't do it. He couldn't let Sammy go. He couldn't leave him behind. Two days later, Sammy woke up from the misery of death. Dean condemned himself to forever in hell. It was worth it, for one more year with Sammy. They drove through town after town, hunting. Some towns were covered in snow, some with copses of trees; all had cemeteries. Sam avoided the cemeteries. He couldn't think about Dean's deal. So Dean snuck out at night, after Sam had fallen asleep, to sit against a tree in the darkness of the closest cemetery. Hell was waiting for him, and he was coming soon. It had almost been a year.
Love hold me away deep in this town and canopy of snow
Go, spin me around under the folding branches
Now, is not too late, heaven can wait another year or so
Go, spin me around under the folding branches
Now, is not too late, heaven can wait another year or so
Go, spin me around under the folding branches
Now, is not too late, heaven can wait another year or so
Sam sat against the tree in the cemetery in Kansas. Dean had picked the spot, one just beneath the folding branches of a willow tree. Dean's last wish had been that Sammy never come visit. 'Move on with your life, Sammy,' Dean had said. 'Don't spend your time in a cemetery.' But Sam couldn't let go. He rented an apartment nearby and came every day to the cemetery. He had loved him, like a brother, like a best friend.
For I loved you once, didn't I?
Gently, Sam brushed the dirt off of the headstone so he could read the inscription. Dean Winchester, it read. The best older brother a boy could ever have.
There, I loved you once, didn't I?