My name is Sam.
I had a brother named Dean. I would do anything for him.
He would do anything for me.
He already has.
He sold his soul to bring me back from the dead, and now he's dead because hellhounds ripped him apart in front of me and I couldn't do a damn thing about it.
I was alone; I was scared.
But Ruby found me again. Ruby found me and she made me live again and fight again and want again. And it's wrong, wrong, so very wrong but I need it or else I'll fall back into that helpless thing that screamed and watched his brother die instead of saving him.
Ruby is my everything, and I love her.
I think she might even love me too.
He's back, my brother is back, Dean is back, and I want to scream and cry and shout it from the rooftops to anyone and everyone who will listen.
But it's all wrong. It's not like it should be.
Dean doesn't trust Ruby, and he doesn't understand why I do.
I can't tell him how I need her. I don't want to tell him that I love her.
He would feel like she's his rival. He wouldn't understand it's not the same kind of love.
For Ruby, I would move mountains.
But for Dean, I would end the world.