Dean listened closely to her words. He felt his throat get tight, because he could relate to her, much more than she knew. He never really talked about this to anyone, but he felt like her could tell her, because she got him. She would understand. “I do.. I have a brother. A younger brother. Sammy,” he said, a small smile playing at his lips. He then stopped and his face went back to looking blank. “I know what you’re going through. Probably more than anyone else you’d ever talk to. All I was ever told was ‘look out for Sammy’ and ‘keep Sam safe’. He was my constant. Even when I had no one else, my brother was there, you know? He was my family. Especially after my dad died.. He was the only family I had left, that I knew of. I was the one who went and got my brother from school. He was going to college, had himself a girl.. I sometimes feel like I messed it all up for him. But, even if I hadn’t things would have happened much worse, but I can’t help but to have that regret.. the constant nagging in the back of my mind that I’m the one who ruined that kid’s life. I’ve had to watch him die.. He died in my arms once. He came back, but it’s still hard thinking about it. I couldn’t cope with anything. I lashed out on anyone, and it wasn’t their fault. After a while, I noticed him change. He’s just getting so tired of even carrying on. It’s the worst feeling in the world, because I can’t let him give up. I don’t know what I’d do without him. I’ve tried before, but it didn’t last long. So I get it. It’s the worse feeling in the world when you lose the only thing you live for,” he said, glancing over at her for a moment before he forced himself to stop thinking about it and cleared his throat. “Anyways, we’re here,” he said, taking the key out of the ignition and getting out of the car, walking around to the passenger side and opening the door for her. “Want me to help you go in?”
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