Just getting around to catching up on LJ today... And I have to say, I loved this piece. I loved the imagery (being a formerly earnest young poet) and especially Sam's POV. I don't write much from the second person myself, but I think it really added to the effect.

It occurs to you how you prefer it when Dean was silent. You are so used to him being the older one, the responsible one, the one holding the pieces together, that it hurts to finally realize that maybe, just maybe, Dean is as damaged as you are.

Our poor broken boys...

BTW, I added you as a friend today. ;-P