Some things happen and they are important. They have meaning. And these things…they deserve to be remembered. That when they are done and gone they were so powerful that they don't get forgotten like ordinary things. They had such an impact that people make a point of remembering them. Because they earned it.

Somehow, whether it be in our hearts or in reality, beside a lake sits two brothers. Living out a long awaited and painstakingly paid for dream. And they're still hilarious and tragically co-dependent, tall and handsome, bearing their scars and deep, sad eyes.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, or the day…in the middle of some mundane activity they cross a mind and bring a smile. When a song comes on, or someone passes by a neon sign…hears the deep rumble of a well loved and cared for classic American vehicle. A heart pang…a tear pooling. Remembering.

The brother's conversation used to run off brain nerve endings and off fingertips onto the keyboard easier than one's own thoughts and words. They're selfless service, and haphazard devotion to doing the right thing made a mark. Their faces a soft and warm place, and their brotherly relationship a safe haven for those searching for connection.

There was something magical about their exchanges, the smiles they bounced off each other and all the words that went unsaid. It dug it's heels into people, buried hooks and anchors into them. The horror was riveting. The family tragedies drew prying eyes…but the boys, the boys made them stay.

Sam with his head of gorgeous hair and puppy dog eyes, that endearing, annoying way he had of being technically right and putting his chin down and his eye brows up and giving his older brother that "you know it's the right thing" look. His height was to the point of alarming, stupid tall, with arms and legs like one of those wind men in front of car dealerships. And his older brother loves to say that, to watch him get flustered and worked up. And that brings us to…

Dean. Ah, those green eyes. Full of emotion, sparkling with lights, always brimming over with a love that caused him more pain than anything else. People remember his voice, firm and deep, gravel that dropped like distant thunder on the ear. His hands were big and warm, tiny scars all over…the kind of hands that you never want to let go of but your fingers have a hard time stretching to fit.

There's something about his character we can't conceive. A purity and courage that hails back to medieval nobility. The kind of soul that had both heaven and hell fighting for it in an age old scheme. Sam knew well it's treasure, he would do anything to keep it. It's his. You do understand? Sam owns Dean's soul and visa versa…it's his most precious possession.

Dean's smile was a reflection of all being right in the world. In Sam's world at least. And so that is how they spend their last eternity…

And here I am. Years and years after the completion of their story. When I try to write something different Dean and Sam still subconsciously fall from my fingertips the same way their blood and love flash before my eyes at the mention of 'unconditional.'

My need for them to have a happy ending was once so strong it kept me up at night trying to work out the best way to wrap it all up. But now after years of feeling and dealing with their ending…I wonder if what their story really deserved was to be left alone? To eternally fight their good fight, forever doing what they loved, what they were good at, what they believed in.

Perhaps their story being so powerful it should have never ended. Maybe they should have left our screens and hearts driving off into the dark night roaring away in the impala. But isn't that what I've been writing here about this whole time? Remembering because they deserve it. Remembering to keep it alive.

I don't remember them in heaven. I don't remember them old and dying. I don't remember Dean dying in his brother's arms by some stupid vampire mishap.

I remember him. Vibrant. Alive. Green eyes catching sparkles in reflection. That smile twisting my heart, morals and soft heart making me reflect on my own soul. And Sam the very picture of myself. Never being able to be enough. Never loving the amazing people in my life the way I want to…

…and yet how he loved! How I love!

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