Dean tells Sam to pick a hemisphere. He chooses Detroit. He thinks that maybe that decision shouldn't be so easy.

There are monsters in the shadows. Big scary monsters that want to snatch Sam away, and take him far far away from here. It's okay though. Dean can be a monster too.

"Go." He doesn't know why he's saying it, why he's pushing him away. Or, maybe he does. Maybe it's because Dean has it wrong. "But go knowing that that's not it."

Dean breaks down. Ben observes.

In this life, they were known as Sam and Dean, vessels of the two most powerful archangels. The lives before this one? Well, those are a whole other story. WIP

Where Sam's mind is shaky after Castiel breaks down the Wall, the cold is suddenly the enemy, and Dean is struggling to keep up with it all. Also, Lucifer's trying to fix the world the humans broke.

-and we were tossed overboard. When Sam was gone, Dean was nothing. When Dean was gone, Sam was nothing. Grass is green, the sky is blue.

(i found peace of mind in the bottom of my glass of whiskey, my dear) He drinks. He stares at the mark that is his self-appointed burden, and he drinks.

"We're family." Except, they're not. Maybe they were, once, but not anymore. Not after this.

Dean's choices have consequences. As do Sam's. "Yes." 'Finally.'

Where Dean wants an apology, and he doesn't know how to get one. Companion piece to 'He was a brute, a fiend, my brother'.

Where Sam wants to apologize, and he doesn't have the right words. Companion piece to 'Reticent, he awaits the silence'.

A thank you to the woman who wove magic into this universe, and our childhoods.