Sam quickly typed his password into his laptop, trying desperately to remember it, as he had changed it so Dean wouldn't be able to get into it again. He looked on the first page and found nothing. He tried the second page. And third. Then fourth. After the fifth website proved to be unhelpful, Sam sighed heavily, laying his head on his folded hands in front of him. "Gabe, I'm not sure if you can hear this or not, but I don't know if I'll be able to help you out of Heaven, or make Anna better." He mumbled. He wiped the laptop keyboard off since his tears had begun to accumulate in small puddles. Deciding he had no other way to contact his boyfriend, Sam rested back in the computer chair and closed his eyes, anxiously waiting for sleep to drag him away.
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The Name's Dean
FanfictionDean is...different. He is trapped in a never-ending hell with his brother, as John abuses his children. Sam has always had that easy masculinity and Dean would die for him. Sam probably felt the same way, but what if Dean spoke up about his persona...
