My Hero

Dean Winchester is my hero. I've never made a secret of this
and I have been VERY open about my grief and mourning
because the fictional love of my life died. I posted something
on my FB page that prompted a family member to
say "I don't get it".Never mind that I have another family
in the fandom that DOES get it. I am not writing this to defend
my feelings for Dean, Supernatural or my addiction to
both. This is my attempt to explain that Dean Winchester is my
hero because he has touched my soul. I relate to this
fictional but very REAL character. I understand the
things he feels better than anyone will ever know
(except Angie, Elizabeth, and Jilly)andI make
no apologies for this.I get Dean because I understand his
life experience. Not exactly. I'm not a hunter.
but his struggling with self worth, his quest
for real love, his dealing with too much
responsibility. I get all that. He's more than just the
most handsome man in the world, Supernatural or
otherwise. He's the rock. The cornerstone.  The guy
that makes you want to keep going. The one
who makes it okay to cry, the one who gives
unconditional love. He's changed me, made me feel
okay about ME. He has no idea and neither does
the wonderful actor who plays him.
But if my family and acquaintances want to laugh
or shake their heads or think I need to get
out more, that's alright. It's not their life, it's not
their love, their hero. But he's MINE.
I have spent 53 days mourning my
lost love.And I'm counting on his little brother to
find a way to bring him back (and at NO risk to Sam
PLEASE). We've been thru a lot. But I'm holding on.
Until we figure it out. Just like we always do.