# 02 Sam's POV for Lazarus Rising
Written on : Jan. 24th, 2009 03:03 am (UTC)
Re-polished on : Mar-31st, 2014 02:10 pm (Local Time)
Dean's back.
Sam wonders if he maybe still dreaming.
Sam wonders if he maybe, finally, falls over the edge. He'd been staring into the abyss for many moons since Dean… NO!
He's only been… Well, he always has a vivid creative imagination. Dean said so. It's not even the first time Sam wished bad things happen to Dean when he is angry but Dean always, always, makes thing right. Because Dean LOVE Sam more than his favorite pie. And it's not unusual for Dean to be gone for a while when Sam makes him mad. Sam is not worried though, Dean always comes back to him. Always.
Whenever Dean is not around, Sam's world always turned grey. Blurry and immaterial. A walking dream he'd wake up from once Dean is with him. And look, there's a Dean shape of brilliant color again. So bright that Sam couldn't not be the moth to Dean's flame.
And Sam wonders no more.
Dean's back.
Note: I was aiming for a slightly deranged Sam. Dunno if that came through... :p