Sam and Dean in Heaven
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“You want to get rid of me,” Sam said, “to go be with your special someone. And, I know I can’t ask this of you, but I don’t want to be away from you. Not yet.”
Dean’s arms stiffened and he drew a deep breath, like steeling himself for something. Sam desperately hoped it wasn’t separation.
“There’s been no one, Sammy.” Dean kissed the top of his head. “I saw Bobby when I first arrived. There’s been no one else since then, Sammy. I was… I was waiting for you.”
Sam dared look up and saw Dean’s face, his cheeks a bright shade of red.
“Really?”
“I didn’t want to see anyone.” Dean smiled wryly. “Not without you.”
Sam remembered burying his face in the crook of Dean’s neck and crying after that. He didn’t know how many hours passed but he needed this. He needed to be a boy again. He needed his big brother’s arms to cry on again because he had no one to depend on like this. Not Eileen, or his son, or any of the other hunters. Sam had to be a husband, a father, a leader for them.
But not for Dean. For Dean, Sam just had to be his baby brother.
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- Part 1 of Sam and Dean in Heaven
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Dean let his dad pull him inside the motel room, and then he saw him, a man whom he had only seen in photographs, a man whose photograph had never left Dad’s night table.
“Dean,” Dad said, smiling, “this is your uncle Dean.”
Uncle’s eyes widened. A big, wide smile broke his expression, and he shot up like an arrow.
“Damn, he’s got your puppy dog eyes.” Uncle cooed and moved closer.
“Dean,” Dad whined. And it was his name, but somehow it wasn’t. Not the way he said it. Not the way he called him.
“Sorry, sorry.” Uncle chuckled and grabbed Dean’s shoulder. He pulled him in a one-armed hug. “Heya, nephew.”
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- Part 2 of Sam and Dean in Heaven