Really, really well written. There’s lovely rhythm to this piece, and I really like how you tie together Dean’s inability to tell his story with Sam never telling Jess his own story. And Dean supporting Sam as Sam grieves is so, so nicely done.

Favorite lines:

When the late afternoon sun stretches his finger-shadows into threads that twine with the woods

Lovely description.

It felt wrong, somehow, to tear the page out. Like interrupting a story before it began.

Ooh, I like that analogy.

There’s a moment when Dean wants to tell Sam about the journal. Wants to say, it’s always been you, little brother. If I wrote my story, it would be pages and pages of you.

Oh, Dean. So, so, so true.

My name is Dean Winchester, and all of my scars have stories that begin and end after midnight.

Such a lovely turn of phrase, and it really captures a lot about his life in just a few words.