Dean walks into the living room a d hugs me tight. I ask him "what's got you in the hugging mood?" I soon realized that he was crying. I push him off and ask "What's wrong?" Dean gained enough composure to say "I uh found a journal and I thought it was one of our dads. But then I realized that it was your handwriting. And," dean couldn't keep it together long enough to finish his thought.
((Open RP, be Sam)) I put my head I my hands as tears pour down my cheeks. I fall to my knees and sob. I hear footsteps. "Kaylee!" Sam yells and runs over. He slides next to me. I grab his neck as he hugs me.