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Just a little drabble inspired by this weeks episode
His mother’s hair soft on his cheek. Freshly mown grass tickling his nose. Sammy smiling with his arm around Jess.
The memories were like shiny silver dollars. Dean hoarded them away and brought them out on dark rainy days, turning them over in his mind, squinting to pick out the little details.
The crinkles around Mary’s eyes. A guitar in the corner. Matching sweaters in a family photo.
He tried not to think of them too often, to avoid tarnishing them with his longing and sadness.
And he wondered if he was tempted again, whether he could resist the lure of more bright coins.
His mother’s hair soft on his cheek. Freshly mown grass tickling his nose. Sammy smiling with his arm around Jess.
The memories were like shiny silver dollars. Dean hoarded them away and brought them out on dark rainy days, turning them over in his mind, squinting to pick out the little details.
The crinkles around Mary’s eyes. A guitar in the corner. Matching sweaters in a family photo.
He tried not to think of them too often, to avoid tarnishing them with his longing and sadness.
And he wondered if he was tempted again, whether he could resist the lure of more bright coins.