Wincest: I'm Your Home

I watch you,
Your back, your spine,
As you turn and walk in the other direction.

I think about you,
That day after,
When I realize you have left again.

Sammy, why do you make it so hard?
I watch you, calm and collected,
Face always set in the same position.

Indifference.

Sammy, what happened to the old days,
When you would yell at me and get mad at me,
For the simplest things?

"No Dean, I'm not trying to hook up with a girl."
"Yes Dean, I know what Dad would say."
"No Dean, I'm at the library doing research you're supposed to be doing."

I miss those times,
When I knew for sure you wouldn't leave me behind,
In the dust,
Crawling for you,
Begging, silently,
For you to return home.

The first time you left,
I was ready to die.
You left me with Dad, only to take his orders,
Like the good little obedient child I was.

And Sammy, I left you alone.
I thought I could live without you.
And you...you were safe.

Until I dragged you back in.
Now look at you.

Been to hell, check.
Been locked in a cage with Michael and Lucifer, check.
Lost your soul and went on a killing rampage, check.
Let a monster live for the sake of their child, check.

The world literally falling on your shoulders.
And I thought I....
That I....
As a big brother....
Could protect you.

That didn't turn out so well, did it?
But Sammy, please, if you can hear me,
Somewhere out there in the void,
Listen to be begging, finally praying....

Sammy, please come home.

Please come home to me.

Because if I can't have you by my side anymore...

Well, I....

I fear....

That I will lay down....

And let Hell finally consume me.