Title: Mementos
Disclaimer: None you know are belong to us.
Warnings: unbeta'ed
Characters: Sam; mentions of Dean, Bobby, John
Rating: G
Wordcount: ~277
Spoilers: None, save for random details up to and including very minor tidbits from Season Four.
A/N: Curiously enough, inspired by Bon Jovi's song
Damned.
Sam can name every detail about Dean; the origins of the things Dean cherishes, when he got them, where.
The amulet was a Christmas gift. Bobby said it was protective, but Sam's never bothered to check, even from the old demonologist. (It's not fear.)
The leather jacket's from Dad. It was after that werewolf hunt back when they were teens, Dean's eyes different the next morning. Something else was different, too, ever afterwards. (There wasn't 'us', anymore.)
The Impala, a birthday gift that was more than a given, right after Dean got his official driver's license. Within days, it had changed from 'Dad's' to 'Dean's'. (But you still hid the cassettes under the seat.)
The numerous scars, bones that have been dislocated too many times and set wrong just enough times to be always 'off'... those Sam wishes he could stop dreaming about, able to still remember in too many details the scent of Dean's blood, the sound of his breaths broken by pain, the sight of his pale skin. (I don't want to know about that one along your spine. I just wish he hadn't left you alone.)
The ring, though... Sam knows nothing about it. Save that Dean's never without it, never takes it off, not even when he goes to shower. (Who was it?)