Disclaimer: Supernatural isn't mine.

A/N: I hope you all (y'all?) like it!


(.mourning)

The days go by like smoke. So full, billowing around you and entirely too intense, and then gone, dwindling away and far behind.

wWw

[And this is how the second year of Sammy's life is- erratic and painful, a disjointed family. Because there has been tragedy and trauma already and everything is changed.

Daddy is gone most nights and Dean toddles, since he really is all of five years old, around as the man of the house. He gives Sam most of the food, changes diapers and worries about money. He doesn't remember what a full night sleep is.

Even so, Dean looks at Sam like he's the most important thing in the universe, and he might as well be. Because Sam is saved; a testament of their mother's lasting love. Because Sam so tiny and their father is so absent and Dean can still remember how the tears sizzled off Sam's face over a year ago.

Dean watches Sam, his face cutting through hazy days.

Because, when it comes down to it, the days spell out their names.]