Sam didn't consider himself a man of passion.
Sure, there were things he'd been more than enthusiastic about, such as books and libraries
From the first time Dean had read him a story as a toddler, he'd become fascinated with the written word.
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School had been a passion too, as had his desire to go to college, be a lawyer, defend the weak.
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Where passionate love was concerned, Jessica had embodied all he'd desired in a woman. Her memory still had the power to return him to those carefree days before Azazel had condemned her to the grave and shattered Sam's dreams of the apple-pie life.
But those had been illusionary; moments which had defined his emotional milestones, not geared to last.
Now, only one burning passion remained, something to be frowned upon by the majority as a psychological fuck-up; a need he shared in equal measure with his brother Dean- -the unquenchable, desperate desire to be together in the present, in the future and when they passed through the veil to whatever eternal destination awaited them.