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E/O Challenge: Trash. 100 & 200 word drabbles. #1: Sam ponders on family. Tag to 5.16 Dark Side of the Moon. #2: Sam wishes Dean and Charlie were far, far away.

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Trash Compacted

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One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure

A/N: Sam ponders on family. Tag to 5.16 Dark Side of the Moon. 100 words.

With a heavy heart, Sam watched his brother walk away. He knew Dean wasn't hurting from the constant knocks and setbacks; it had been the big reveal about Sam's own feelings, or rather their lack, about their family.

It's just that it had always been 'my way or the highway' with their Dad, and neither he nor Dean had ever quite understood how smothered that made him feel.

He was about to follow when he paused, leaned down and plucked the amulet from the trash. There were always second chances, he was seeing that now.

Give it time, he thought.

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A/N: Sam wishes Dean and Charlie were far, far away. 200 words.

Trash Wars

They dived through the hatch and slid down into the dank water clogged with piles of debris.

"Do you think they saw us?"

Dean paused and shook his head. "I think we're okay."

"Hey, this looks just like that trash compactor from Star Wars," chirped Charlie.

"Yeah, I'm totally Han," grinned Dean.

"Cool it, princess," scowled Charlie. "He's definitely Luke," she added, gesturing at Sam, "so since he's your brother, that makes you Leia."

Dean's face twisted as he struggled to follow the logic.

"Hey, doesn't that mean you once kissed?" Charlie announced gleefully, after a moment's thought.

Sam climbed to his feet with a scowl, only to make a yowling groan and rub at his head after colliding with a scaffolding pole.

It was an opportunity too good to be missed and so Dean jumped on it. "Look at that! He's definitely Chewie," he declared triumphantly. "So, that makes me Han," he smirked, thumping a fist against his chest to emphasize the point.

When Charlie opened her mouth to argue he narrowed his eyes to an icy stare and growled, "And I definitely have no problem with firing first!"

"As if I'd want to be Greedo anyway," Charlie muttered.

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