“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.