Author's Note: The first drabble takes place in late spring sometime during Season 1, probably in New England, where even in April or May, the nights can be pretty chilly. The second one is much later, Season 4, while Dean is roasting in the underworld and Sam is still topside feeling the cold...and the loss.
Chapter 1 : Scent Memory
by
Moviemom44
"Sammy, you got an extra sweatshirt?" Dean asked as he layered on his third long-sleeved shirt. "It's gonna be colder than a witch's nipple in that graveyard tonight."
Sam upended his duffel, spilling its entire contents onto the bed. Dean shot him a scolding look that said, 'Was that really necessary?'
Sam shrugged. "Winter stuff's at the bottom. Dumping is faster than digging." He rummaged through the garments, found what he needed.
"Here ya…go…" The words trailed off as Sam recalled the last time he'd seen the gray Stanford hoodie. He held it to his face, breathed her in.
Jess.
