Compromise
A Dean-drabble
Dedicated, as always, to my dear friend and marvelous beta, Faye. With gratitude to
halfshellvenus for the drabble love.
He dreams about her - watching his brother with amusement and adoration, Sam’s arm firm around her waist. He sees her hands, her hair, her face as she burns.
He’s not happy that she died. She didn’t deserve to spend her last moments engulfed in pain and terror. Neither did Sam deserve to lose her, their love a gossamer thing, shredded before his eyes.
He’s not happy that she died.
But as he wakes his brother from another nightmare of blood and fire, he can’t help but be grateful, the Sam-piece back where it belongs in the patchwork of his soul.