Just a dream
"You should have seen it, Sam. Our lives. You were such a wussy," Dean smiled at the memory. It was incredible. Sam pale with fear, his younger brother was scared again, just as when he was a kid.
"So we didn't get along then, huh?" Sam asked suspiciously.
"Nah," Dean lied, but quite unsuccessfully. The younger hunter immediately see through him.
"Yeah... I thought it was supposed to, to be this perfect fantasy," he He argues puzzled.
"It wasn't,"Dean admitted with a bitter smile. "It was just a wish. I wished for Mom to live. That Mom never died, we never went hunting and you and me just never uh..." he continued, but ultimately did not finish the sentence. He could, in his throat was dry and he had salt in his eyes. "You know," instead it he ended in the hope that he said enough.
"Yeah," Sam nodded. Sure he understood, or at least thought that understands. He also wished that mom was still alive, and it was he who always longed for a normal life. Just he didn't know that Dean wanted to same thing. "Well, I'm glad we do. And I'm glad you dug yourself out, Dean. Most people wouldn't've had the strength, would have just stayed," Said Dean's younger brother, because he knew that if it was on the opposite so he wouldn't have enough strength in himself.