For the first time since the beginning of the season, I wrote the drabble after I finished the poem. It was kinda weird. I also learned that the poem takes half an hour, as opposed to the six minute drabble. If you don't know what I'm talking about, I write a poetic summary of each episode and post them up here. You should check them out :)
All he ever wanted was his brother. His brother had looked up to him, worshipped him, idolized him. That was before Sam had figured out that they weren't normal, that Dean wasn't normal.

He hadn't realized that Sammy had fallen back into the old habit. To be honest, it was good to know. It made him feel special, like he had a purpose. He was tired of being scared and desperate, and he latched onto that special feeling.

He taught Sam about the car. It was the first time in a long time that he'd taught his brother anything. It made him feel like he was worth something. Never mind that hurt look in Sammy's eyes when he talked about the future. Dean felt really, truly good for the first time since selling his soul. So what if Sam got a little upset? It was because of this that he knew he was selfish.