I am appalled. It's been so long since I've posted and I honestly don't have an excuse besides "life got in the way." So whoops. I'll try to get back into this because I've still got a bunch of random stories that go back as far as 9x03, so I can still post those if you guys want. This one is set in season 6. Slight spoilers but not really- it's kind of abstract-ish.

For You

He has starved for you.

Ignored the rumbling in his stomach and the ache in his chest as he handed you his portion without hesitation. Watched with a smile of resignation as you stuffed the remainder of his meal into your mouth and washed down the crumbs with the rest of his milk. He never minded. He got by just fine. As long as your stomach was full and your laughter still echoed across the dim shadows of the motel room, he could smile right along with you.

He has sacrificed for you.

Gave up the chance at normal when he realized only one of you could have it. And he chose you. He always chooses you. His hidden tear-streaked grin was so wide the day you got your acceptance letter, his heart breaking inside when he wondered if he would ever see you again. Half hoping he wouldn't. Half hoping you would find a way to stay away and never look back, carried fast and far by the dreams you had always held alongside your heart.

He has killed for you.

Snuffed out the life of so many godforsaken creatures (and a few people) that he can no longer clean their blood from his filthy hands. He doesn't even attempt it anymore because the stains will never come clean. And it's okay. Because there's never been any other option. His decision will always be to save you, choose you, and that won't ever change. It's just that sometimes he gets sick of the taste of iron in his mouth. Sometimes he gets sick of drowning in it.

He has died for you.

Sent his already tarnished soul to the depths of that fiery pit and let himself be torn apart, time and time again, so grateful that you didn't have to face any of it. Knowing you were safe and alive and still breathing. It made it all worth it. That's what made him bite back the screams and endure every slice, every cut with a bleeding smile on his face. Because no matter how badly it burned, no matter how many screams pierced the air around him, he could always hear your heartbeat in the back of his mind, pounding out its undying rhythm.

He has died for you, so stay alive for him now.

Keep the blood flowing through your veins. Force your lungs to expand and force your damaged heart to just keep going, pulsing all the way up along your spine and through to your broken brain. Do not give up now because you are still his reason for breathing. If you stop, he stops. If you give up now, he won't be far behind.

He has protected you, so protect him now.

Shove down the guilt and the doubt and find a way to uplift your sinking faith. If nothing else, have faith in the one who has given so much for you. No matter what, you must know that he is real. That kind of devotion, that kind of love cannot be fabricated by a mind even as brilliant as yours. He is your rock, so find your balance in him. Push through this latest facade, this horrible hallucination and find a way back to the surface. Don't ever let him know how bad it's gotten. Don't allow yourself to fall too far.

He is your brother.

Never forget his voice, his strong embrace. Never let his words fade from this skewed reality you live in, and never allow the Devil his victory. You are stronger than the darkness inside you. You are strong because your brother is with you.

And he has always loved you.

Thanks for reading. Reviews are appreciated as always! =)