Author's Note: So this letter was written to fulfill multiple requests. After the last letter, jojospn and kingdommast both requested a response letter from Dean. Also, SPNxBookworm asked for a similar letter in which Dean tells Sam some of his favorite memories. Finally, mb64 requested an angst free letter from Dean to Sam, like the way Sam's letter to Dean had been. Well, here it is! My attempt at combining all of those requests into one angst-free, memory-filled, response letter from Dean to Sam. I want to thank judyann, jojospn, shirleypositive72, kingdommast, SPNxBookworm, mb64, the Guest "TG", kjdw, flygirl33, ClassyMuse, lilliannaelizabeth, GuestJ, WomanOfLetters, and reannablue for their recent reviews. And a huge thank you to everyone who reads these! :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Sam,
Wow, you really are remembering a lot aren't you? I had completely forgotten about the night of the motel tent… Looking back on it, yeah, you were so happy about that. I guess you were a pretty easy kid to please. Give you a bunch of tied-together old motel sheets covering a crawlspace between some rickety beds and you might as well have been in Disneyland.
And I hadn't thought about your first swimming lesson in a while either. First and last lesson, actually. You must've learned to swim faster than any kid in history! One minute you were in danger of drowning, and a few hours later you're swimming around like a pro. Of course you learned to walk that fast too. You're just a quick learner, I suppose. And yes, I freaked out when you DID almost drown. You were sinking, and you couldn't swim. That's called drowning, Sam. And if I had allowed you to finish drowning, you would have died. I was not being overly dramatic, I was saving your life. Oh, the ingratitude…
I do remember that Fourth of July you were talking about though. I remember it perfectly because it was the thing I woke up to when we went to Heaven. But it was cool to get a look at it from your point of view. And I was definitely glad to hear it's as good a memory for you as it is for me, because I paid a lot of money for those fireworks. Goodness knows dad wouldn't have bought those for us in a million years! But it was worth it. It was definitely worth it.
And that Christmas… Man, reading about that one got me. I remember it fondly too. And even though I made it back from Hell in time to have technically not missed any Christmases with you, that one always stands out to me. Probably in part because we still don't really celebrate Christmas except if one of us is sentenced to die before the next one, and luckily that hasn't been the case since then. But mostly because that Christmas you were willing to suffer through the emotional trauma of it to give me "one last holiday with you". And it meant more to me than the motor oil and protein bar you gave me ever could, although I'm not knocking those gifts. They were perfect. That day was perfect. Or, well, as perfect as it could get what with the Hell-sized elephant in the room with us. But it was great, really, so thanks for reminding me of it.
Geez, now you've got me going full on chick-flick… But I guess it's, how did you put it? "One of those times where I'm ok with the girliness"? Yeah, I suppose I am. I mean, I haven't exactly had a chance to go over all the good times in my mind lately. And it's surprisingly therapeutic. Hey, what do say I share some of mine with you? Good memories of us, I mean…
Like that time when you wanted to ask out that girl from your 7th grade class! Suzie Something-or-other. I'm bad with names… Anyway she was cute, and you definitely thought so. And you came back to the motel after school looking all flustered, and I asked you what was wrong, and you just looked and me and said, "It finally happened. I finally like a girl." You looked really torn up about it, and I was like, "You say it like you've been dreading it…Why is it bad, Sammy?" And you sighed like I was being a total short-bus and told me, "Because I don't know what to do. I don't know how to talk to her, let alone how to ask her out. And If I do ask her out, it's not like I can stay in town long enough to actually date her."
I admit it kind of threw me, because I had never personally been the type to want to get attached to a random chick anyway. But I knew you, and knew you were the caring type. So I told you that it was ok to just take a girl out on a date, and that it didn't have to mean forever. I told you it was the perk of being young. You date for fun, not marriage. But you get the experience you need so that one day you'll be ready to find the right girl to actually settle down with. That seemed to cheer you up, and then we spent the next hour planning strategies for how you could ask her out.
You asked her out the very next day, and she said yes. I would never have said this to you at the time, but I knew she would. I mean, your trademark Winchester good-looks and your trademark Sammy eyes were like a lethal combo. No way was she going to say no. And so you guys went out a couple times during the month we stayed at that motel, and you were so happy for that month.
And then the day came when we had to move on. You did look sad, but then you did something I was really proud of you for doing. You called her up, and let her know you were leaving town. You said your goodbyes and ended it on good terms with her. It was something I never did because I was always bad at goodbyes. Scared of them, I guess. But you handled it like a gentleman, and when the phone call was over, you looked at me and thanked me. For having convinced you to go for it despite the fact that it wouldn't last. You told me you'd had fun with her and that it had been worth it. It put me on top of the world knowing I had helped you get over your fear of dating. Made me feel like I had successfully done my big-brotherly duty.
Oh, and on a totally different note… Do you remember my 15th birthday? That was the year dad dropped us off at Bobby's while he went hunting, and you decided to throw me a party. And at eleven years old, you got on the phone with all of dad's friends and convinced them to drive up to Bobby's to surprise me. And because you are so gifted with the art of persuasion, they actually did. Caleb, and Pastor Jim, and a handful of others… They all showed up and brought presents and pie. And it was great. I felt like I was a part of a giant family for once, even though every member of that family was messed up in their own way… Still. It was perfect.
And when it was over and they had all left and Bobby had gone off to bed, you and I sat on his porch just talking. And I asked you what had inspired you to put so much effort into this birthday, and you just looked at me and said, "Why not? You always put effort into mine." You said it like it was nothing, but to me it was everything.
God, I am getting girly here, aren't I? I better stop while I still have a pair. Anyway, I guess I just want to say thanks for getting me to think of all this stuff. It is nice to reminisce the good times occasionally. And thinking back on everything, I guess we've had a lot of them.
Dean
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