He wanted to say all the time, because not having Mom around, not being able to come home to her after school or see her first thing every morning, not being tucked in every night, that was like having a pinhole in his heart.
Oh, poor Dean... And he has always been the perfect big brother, constantly trying to preserve Sam's innocence and keep him away from the horrible truth of what happened to Mary.
“Please? Just hum something. Like Mom used to.” Sam repositioned his head onto Dean’s shoulder, forcing him to hook his arm around his brother.
Aw, Sammy...he makes my heart hurt here with his mixture of childish innocence and longing to know more about the mother he doesn't remember, but then he makes me laugh when he calls Dean on humming Devo. ;)
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He wanted to say all the time, because not having Mom around, not being able to come home to her after school or see her first thing every morning, not being tucked in every night, that was like having a pinhole in his heart.
Oh, poor Dean... And he has always been the perfect big brother, constantly trying to preserve Sam's innocence and keep him away from the horrible truth of what happened to Mary.
“Please? Just hum something. Like Mom used to.” Sam repositioned his head onto Dean’s shoulder, forcing him to hook his arm around his brother.
Aw, Sammy...he makes my heart hurt here with his mixture of childish innocence and longing to know more about the mother he doesn't remember, but then he makes me laugh when he calls Dean on humming Devo. ;)