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Sam has to write an essay on his hero for his English class in college. A few months after he left Stanford with Dean, Dean was on Sam's computer looking up something for a case and found it. This is his essay.)
Sam Winchester
October 5, 2005
Renee White
Hero Essay
My hero is not someone famous, although he has called himself Batman more than once. He's cocky, arrogant at times and a big flirt but he is also loyally, caring, selfless and will do anything for his family. I'm talking about my brother Dean.
I don't think Dean considers himself a hero, he's just doing his job as an older brother and son. He has been looking out for me since I was six months old and our mom died in a house fire. He has been a brother and I hate to admit it, but a father figure to me since I was four. It's not like our dad abandoned us. His job took him on the road, he works in pest control, and he'd take us with him and there was no close family we could stay with while he went to work, and more often than not he couldn't afford a babysitter so, it was up to Dean to watch me.
Dean was the one who got me to school on time, took care of me when I was sick, read to me at night and generally looked after me. He made sure that my homework was done and that I brushed my teeth.
Dean always told me that I was going to go far so, when I got accepted at Stanford I thought he was going to be proud of me. What followed was a fight between dad and I that ended with me getting kicked out of the family. Looking back on it I'm sure dad just said those things in anger and didn't really mean them but if that's true why hasn't he called? Anyway…back to Dean, when I told dad and him that I was accepted he looked at me with the most pained expression I ever saw on him. I just picked up my stuff and left. It was light out, it was only about six O' clock in the evening at the beginning of August and hot. I was planning on thumbing a ride to the nearest bus station and going from there and when I heard a car that's what I did. I stuck out my thumb. What surprised me was that it was Dean. He gave me a ride here to Palo Alto blasting his beloved classic rock. He doesn't say it a lot but there's nothing like an older brother singing Smokin' in the boys room at the top of his lungs right in your ear to mask a I love you and I am proud of you.
I haven't heard from Dean in almost two years, no that's not true, he left me a voice mail last year on my birthday telling me happy birthday and also telling me that Dad had finally let him go out on pest control jobs by himself. I just hope he is careful, I know how dangerous some of those pests can be.
Even though we both have grown up and went our different ways, he has never stopped being my hero. Just like he's never stopped being my brother. Maybe I should give him a call and see how he's doing and maybe if he's in the area we can hang out some time. I think we'd both like that.