( If Wishes Were...Part 2 )

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The tableau was disconcertingly familiar: One Winchester brother keeping watch over the other.

Sam sat hunched by the side of the bed, head bowed, one hand clasped loosely around his brother's wrist as if keeping track of a throbbing pulse.

Dean. Dean. Dean.

From here, the still figure on the bed could be asleep. It was almost possible to imagine the ( Read more... )

I started thinking about what a car says about a man. This is dedicated to the sure and certain truth that she will ride again.

( Needed )