A/N Alright! Quick update! Woohoo! Ugh. GUYS. Today is fabulous. My paper today was awesome, I got a new camera as a present from my parents, and I made a serious dent in my writing. It's a good time to be alive! Okay but seriously, I'm in a really good mood; even with my aching body and totally screwed up arm. Falling down stairs is not fun. Anyhoo. Back to the chapter. It's weird. You probably already knew that. Enjoy! :) ~Sammy
And I built a tower on their island
Sam didn't react. Not to anything.
Dean had tried it all.
Hell, even chick-flick moments had been attempted.
Just that same strange vacant stare that scared Dean more than he cared to admit.
So, obviously, he was a bit taken aback when Sam started crying.
Really. Flat out sobbing. Hysterical heaving and all.
A choked sound that sounded suspiciously like "Dean."
"You're okay Sam, you're okay, c'mon."
"Yeah, it's me Sammy, come on, I'm right here-"
"Please. I need you to wake up."
"Just, wake up."
A/N What can I say? Even when I'm in a good mood I manage to put up angst. I've got talent. ;) Anyway. Let me know what you thought in a review. You guys are a constant inspiration. :) ~Sammy