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."

"Dean. Please."

"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