With a small frown the second son took it and started to read.
I know I haven't been there alot through out your childhood and I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry I wasn't able to grow the same bond you have with your brother Sammy. From the day he pulled you out of the fire when you were a baby you wouldn't let anyone else hold you without crying loud enough to wake up the deads. I'm sorry we fought all the time but it was hard for me to know that even if you love me, Dean has always been the father to you. I decided to give the gift of life to Dean because I know you two are perfectly able to take care of yourselves. Not that I don't love my sons more than my own life, but I know that if I didn't do anything and he died you would never have been the same again and that's too much for me. I want you two to be as happy as you possibly can and if that means leaving you two alone to fight all those horrible things that hide in the dark then I'm glad to do it. You've become way better hunters than me anyways. Take good care of your brother, I know you're the only one that can see through the psychopathic surface. If there's only one thing I have to add is that even if your feelings aren't as deep for me as they are for Dean, I love you Sammy and you'll always be my little baby.
Sam lifted tear filled eyes from the letter to lock his emerald gaze with an identical one. ''Did you read it?''
He looked down and folded the letter before putting it in his pocket. Then he made the few steps that were separating him from Dean, in a mouvement of habit the other hunter wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled his flush against him while Sam was snuggling his face in his neck. He was always surprised to see how Dean would always do the rigth thing at the right moment, he was still in pain but he knew they would cope with it as long as they would be together.