I got this idea from a picture on Instagram, so if it seems familiar, that's why. The words are all mine, though!
I don't own Supernatural
When Sam found the note on his bed, he wasn't surprised. His friends tended to drop by and leave him messages, reminders, or inappropriate sketches. Grinning in anticipation, he picked up the paper, and unfolded it. Sam laid eyes on the writing, and a chill ran down his spine.
The letter said:
Hiya Sammy,
I'm working a job in San Francisco, so I thought I'd drop by (being in the area, ya know). I walked over to that address you texted me a while back, but before I could knock, I saw you leaving with a gorgeous chick (nice job, tiger!).
All of a sudden, we were in the same place, at the same time again, and I dunno. I couldn't breathe, I guess. You looked so damn happy, I didn't want to ruin it for you. So I walked back to the 'pala and drove away.
Call me a coward if you want; I didn't have the balls to go say hi to my little bro. It was just we haven't seen each other-hell even spoken- in years. Barging into your great new life didn't seem like the best idea.
A'ight, that's enough drama for one letter. I'm breaking out in hives just writing it.
Anyway, I walked around campus for a bit, talked to a few folks (why the hell are you on a first name basis with the librarians?), and basically got the general picture. You're a nice guy, dating a hot girl, and still a nerd. I took a pack of gum and a pad of paper from some office (don't roll your eyes at me, it's not stealing if you don't get caught), and then I had to leave.
I'm proud of you Sammy, and so's dad, even if he won't say it. Call me any time, 'kay?
See ya, bitch,
Dean
P.S. Cut your hair
Shaking slightly, Sam put down the letter and dug into his pocket. It was high time he called his brother.
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