A Supernatural Poem

“Brother dearest, brother mine,
You were five and I was nine.
Scared to sleep alone, like most
nights- scared of monsters, ghosts
and rightly so. I tucked you in,
stayed til you drooled down your chin,
and was ‘bout to leave, when you called softly,
“Dean, I’m scared. Will you protect me?”
I looked at you then, tousled your hair.
“Always,” I said, and right then and there
I made a vow to last for all time,
brother dearest, brother mine.

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