His brother Dean

He won't forget his brother Dean

the one who loved him most

on fateful days, on peaceful nights

on drives along the coast.

 

He won't forget his brother Dean

who'd never tell a thing

he'd wait it out or break a smile

of silence, he'd be king.

 

He won't forget his brother Dean

who grew in the face of Death

and walked in front of Sam, no less

and smiled through his last breath.

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