breath, english.

I played the fool today


And I can see us vanishing

into the crowd

Longing for home again



Hunting is the only thing I do well, or at least I think so, since I'm still alive to tell.

Sitting in the car in silence is all I can think of this stupid moment. Stupid for hours watching the moon take the car without any intention of moving. Stupid for having disobeyed an order that I should never transgress: It was too big, too important. I always knew Sam tell what I have been saving all this time would be a mistake. I knew what was inside ... out.

We have been hunting half a year of hunting for anything that could be hunted, to make this world a better place. And I had to tell what it is, what Daddy found out it's too late for him to get away from me again.

Sammy I care since we were kids. Dad went hunting and I left his office. Only once in that time I made a mistake and Dad was so angry with me than I thought I would leave at the motel. My carelessness could cost the life of Sam. But at that moment was just a kid. It is here, now ... in the middle of nowhere, when I feel like that day. For fail my father for failing to my brother, my home, my only family.

Only a few hours ago I saw him walk away, knowing that all your search could be completed months ago, and has not happened so far because I kept for my dad left me so confident one days. That locked in myself all along, and now has its consequences.



I'm alright

I'm alright

It only hurts when I breathe



I made believe it was fine for months. That at least bear it. There were times that I feared he might realize that it was all a facade. I was defending things that had never before defended, precisely because he knew the secret that made all the difference. Now Sam is no different than any of the things we hunt. The distance that is the side on which it is located.

But really all I thought was that Dad had left us. We were alone. That evil could be done with us at any time and that Sam is the key. I did not hurt him that their special status led to things around you that you never wanted to spend. Dad wanted to protect him, I wanted to protect ... Acosta of my own protection.



And I can not ask for things to be still again

No I can not ask for you

To offer the world through your eyes

Longing for home again

But home

Is a feeling I buried in you



Now perhaps it is too late. I've watched a hundred times over the phone expecting a call so quickly. Something that I know will not happen. I can no longer ask your opinion, I can not ask him what he thinks. My only support, the only thing that makes me feel like I was at home, has moved away so fast that even I could not even assimilate. Sitting here in my car, I hope that feeling of being welcomed and my only home again. But nothing is the same, even if they spend hours, or days on this same corner.



I'm alright

I'm alright

It only hurts when I breathe

I'm alright

I'm alright

It only hurts when I breathe



Now is when I know I'm not really sure, neither inside nor outside. It had to happen the worst thing to know that I should answer that question. Haber said a "Yes Sam, told me about you before you die".



Which through my window

Nothing Hides

And everything sings

I'm counting the signs

And cursing the miles in between



At this time I've been learning how to open my soul to leave the only person you would give my life after all we've spent together. I saw my brother mourn, he always was the one who carried the feeling of both, although mine was always crying inside, leaving out the mock fort, the facade of tough guy who only has to look inside to know that there it is at all. He is as terrified as he always sees the danger and to know that my support is near, is what gives me strength. And now I am surrounded by silence where there should be sound and music as always, with him sitting beside me. And instead, I'm cursing my error and the distance that separates us now inexorable.



But home

Is a feeling I buried in you

That I buried in you



I have no home. I have no guide. I do not have that balance that makes me distinguish between right and what is really important. Between the present and past, between my brother ... and myself.



I'm alright

I'm alright

It only hurts when I breathe

I'm alright

I'm alright

It only hurts when I breathe



I can only think not stop breathing. In that precisely by not dying in agony, thus achieving a hope, a glimmer of light amid so much darkness. One call, one simple and quick call to give me back my breath. Because at the moment, until the vital essence of breath, it hurts as much as the worst injury.



When I breathe

It only hurts when I breathe

When I breathe

It only hurts when I breathe



Darkness falls as black as my own thoughts. I lost track of time and space. Maybe it was yesterday, before today ... or just this morning when the bond was broken as it tears a cloth. I hear my own breathing and die alone. Because right now, would give anything to the understanding that I earned. For being intransigent, to defend the indefensible because it was what I was taught. Not to trust that if I have to believe in someone, who better than my own brother. Because he wanted to help in time to depart. Having thought about their protection rather than my own. For venture to this: what he feared most. All ... whatever, everything ... by a single call. To be able to breathe again, even last time to find her voice is still the other side.



2

Every day I think of you

I think a little more about you



Sitting at the bar Harvelle, I seem to be in the middle of nowhere. The beer is cold, the music plays in the background and there are people around me. Several people, or at least I think so because that seems to be true that the more people there at a party, the more they think of the person who never attend to it.



It seems that it took me forever to get to this place when it has not really been that long. Echo The hours are as long as days, and days as long as years. And with every step, every moment, I thought of you. He tried to try to remember every moment of that conversation to avoid feeling guilty. I try to make me think to myself that I did for my good.



Year and a half ... year and a half battling myself and my own revenge with you, my only brother who has become my only family. And for six months I've hidden my ability and my own and be and why mom died ... why Jess and can never be the person I share my life and my age, my hopes care paper boats in the sea ... and yet, I think a little more about you.



Break my heart

destroys some of my

I think of you every day



I try to think what would become of my life without your support, Dean. Easy answer: nothing. It probably would have finished in the middle of a seedy bar, drinking himself blind. Rescued me and I can not deny that. You helped me in finding ... the dad. The evil that killed people wanted. Why not trust me? I am your brother, for you hard is that? Having a brother different from you but would do anything for you too?



When I confessed that, in this place, after the plight of believing that this was the end of the road ... I thought for a second that anyone who had a beer before, telling me that you were not really you.



The lie was your guide at this time, and I know that I do know that ... yours has cost you to keep it away from me. In these six months I've seen distanciarte while I thought my brother was no longer the guy he ever knew. And yet I do, you tearing apart my heart, vein to vein ... and now something inside me is broken, never again to repair itself, and yet ... I think of you every day.



I think a little more about you

every time the sun rises

I search for a something of value

to continue well





And again morning, and again I'll have this. I know now, you're like me: I know. Looking for something really worthwhile. For me to know more about me on yours ... know I'm good.



I'm good brother, I feel crushed, failed, paragraph ... Away from that in which I put all my trust in this pursuit of insanity in this game the impossible. In this live today and tomorrow where they expect to save us from the next hunt. This was never my world, or so I've tried to tell me a thousand times. But by your side, everything is different. You are my family. My only family.



And I see you so you do not touch

I pray for you every night

dawns and I think of you



Sitting here surrounded by people I know but right now it is as if I had not seen in my life. I see reflected in everything around me, including this stupid bottle. I pray you are well, I pray if needed ... and I know that dawn and I will think of you.



The phone may be the answer, but the question is whether I am prepared to talk to anyone who had a question as simple as following a fateful moment, no thought for a second that maybe want to know what were his last words before giving his life for my brother. I lost it for you, Dean, but I never thought about it. And never think you were at fault, because ... I am even more. Being what I am and do not understand it, deny it, reject it and try to make my life something so stupid as to think that the song playing right now, right now, you sure love to hear it.



And resounds in my ears

the ticking of the clocks

and I still believe in you

and I still think ...



Rummage in my pockets. The only system that now could make both could hear. Echoing in my ears your words ... I try to think clearly: What would have been my life without you? Now I'm naked and breathless. For you I was stronger than anything, I was a hero to all this evil. And now without you, I feel lost ... and I continue to be better than I am. Sure, I lied ... but I'm thinking of you.



Because I am stronger now because it taught me to carry all this pain, because I will not continue without direction and want to be just like you.



Here follows in my pocket. Your name on my mobile, as usual. Mark is easy to say ... is difficult. I hope tone signal hope, I hope your voice ...



- Dean ... I'm sorry.