What if ???
Disclaimer- Despite fervent wishing, I still do not own the boys.
Characters- Sam, Dean.
Warning- Character Death (but this is NOT really sad, I promise)
Summery- Dean helps Sam from beyond the grave.
Sammy,
If you are reading this; I guess I’m already dead.
Sorry... but I always wanted to say that, ya’ know? I guess that that joke was probably in poor taste, but I couldn’t help myself.
I know, I’m a jerk... (Or so you keep reminding me.)
Anyhow, I guess this is it, huh? Wonder if I got to see you become a lawyer...and my nieces/nephews... What do you say, kiddo; did I?
Oh Fuck Hell, I’m afraid this whole “Ps. I love you” thing is turning into a giant chick-flick. (Suppose that’s what I get for stealing an idea from the damn movie!)
What? I watched it, okay? (For this super hot red-head I was with)... and I... err... sort of realized that with our kind of lives, we really need something like this. (Or at least you would, Samantha.)
So here’s the deal- I’m gonna pen my thoughts; things I need you to know/understand/do... and you are going to listen to me; okay? And, you HAVE to follow everything I ask order say. (You’re not going to / planning on refusing my last wish, are you Sammy?)
So, Deal???
(I KNOW you’ll eventually come ‘round, Sammy... never could resist a challenge, could you?)
Ready, then? Let’s begin, shall we?
First things first, Wipe those tears; Sam. You really look ugly when you cry.
And blow your nose; I can practically see you getting all choked up.
Good.
Now go to sleep, okay? Neither I, nor this diary is going anywhere. And you need your rest. I’ll be watching over you.
-Dean( who else would I be, bitch?)