Dean is 21, Sam is 17, pre-series, Stanford Years. Hope you like it and leave me Love.
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I was always cautious when it came to Sammy and his feelings. From the moment I carried him out of the burning wreckage that would be our last home.
It's the rule I live by
The mantra that repeats over and over
They think I am crazy, they call me an overprotective brother, to let Sam fly on his own, but what if you fell and I wasn't there.
But you thought it was cute, it took some convincing
From all those I trusted
Bobby, even gave me a strong shove to admit my feelings
To throw caution to the wind and risk it all
I loved the feeling I got
Your fingers laced with mine
It felt as if I was stuck in a moment
In the darkened corner of bar or just driving down the interstate with not a care in the world
They convinced me to risk it all
Not knowing I would fall so fast
In an instant you weren't just Sammy, my pain in the ass little brother, you were my partner, my equal, the part that made me Dean
The kisses we shared, still makes me blush
We were cautious as can be and
Yet something happened impossible
He caught us and we stumbled onto shaky ground
Dad caught us, and that's when you ran, all the way to Stanford, into her arms and out of mine, never once looking back.
It is over now our great secret but I thought you should know,
Out of all the hunters/brothers in the world you were the one who caught me
We will always be
Just Sammy and Dea