I wrote this story as a challenge for myself but I posted it for feedback on my writing. Reviews are always appreciated. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or its characters.
Two weeks later, Sam finds the answer. It was sitting in the book of charms all along. He chants the incantation over the gravesite as the wind picks up. When it reaches a full gale, and Sam is holding onto a tree branch so that he doesn't fly away, the wind drops to nothing. There is silence.
"Sammy!" cries a voice, and Sam knows before he turns around that it is his brother. He spins slowly, and from the corner of his eye he sees a figure walk out from the house and the screen door bang shut behind him. And he can almost see him now, knows that Dean is running toward him, laughing, with open arms. And then he wakes up.
It's the same dream every time. It's been two years, and he still can't let Dean go. He always wakes up just before he sees Dean's face, just before Dean hugs him and wraps his arms around him as if he'll never let go again. But Dean isn't there anymore, to hold him when he wakes up from these dreams. This time, Sammy couldn't save him. Dean is gone.