"I really shouldn't be doing this" Sam mused to himself as he logged onto his account, opened a new file and began typing. The room filled with a cacophony of Dean's snoring and the tapping of keys on his laptop. His eyes flicked over to his sleeping brother and a smiled graced his lips, he saw himself and Dean as the shadow and light of the world. How he desired the light. Finishing the story, he lingered over the send button, glancing at his brother. With a resounding click, Sam could have the life he always wanted but never dared to hope for.