For a prompt asking me to bring the Samulet (Dean's Amulet) back. This takes place sometime after he threw it away; I didn't really have a specific time frame in mind when I wrote it. This is the first of a couple spn fics I asked to be prompted to write and they are the first time I have ever written for spn. Since most of them will be about the brothers and will be short anyway, I'll just upload them as one-off chapters. They're really short and the characterizations might be a little off, but I try. : ) hopefully with a little more stretching, I can warm my writing muscles up and do a little better next time. I'm really quite rusty. It's been awhile since I've written anything, so let's just jump on in.

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Dean could only stare at it, where it had fallen haphazardly between a pair of dirty socks and a paper clipped stack of newspaper clippings. He didn't bother to pick it up because he knew his first instinct would be to throw it away again.

And it used to mean so much to him.

Dean sighed and glanced toward the closed bathroom door where Sam was probably finishing up his nightly routine. He tried not to look at the amulet as he bent over and stuffed all the contents back into the spilled duffle bag.

It was a symbol of something, what he threw away that day, something along the lines of a loss of faith. He'd never had faith in God but he'd always had faith in the best outcome. He was an optimist, despite all the shit his life had put him through. He could always believe that things might turn out better. He knew it was stupid to hope, but he did it anyway.

And then he had stopped hoping. He had lost his faith in a good enough outcome and that's what he'd thrown away.

It didn't mean anything now.

The door to the bathroom opened and Sam wandered out. He paused when he saw Dean's hands closed around his bag.

"Dean," he said slowly in what he probably thought was a warning tone, "what are you doing?" His eyebrows drew together like they always did and Dean had to fight the laugh urge to laugh at his expression.

"I was looking for a pen," he said gruffly. He tossed the bag onto Sam's bed, "but all I found was your dirty socks. Which are disgusting by the way." He theatrically wiped his hands on his jeans, " Seriously, should I get you some foot cream or something? Because your feet stink."

Sam shook his head, resisting the need to roll his eyes, "No, Dean, I'm good,"

"Yeah, well, I'm not." He pushed passed his brother on the way to the bathroom, "Move," he said, "I think I need a shower now."

"About time!" Sam called after him as soon as the door closed.

But if it still meant enough to Sam that he would keep that stupid thing around, maybe it could mean a little bit more to him too. He could stand to hope a little more, even if just for Sammy's sake.

Dean stuck his head out of the bathroom door, "Bitch," he said.

Sam rolled his eyes, "Jerk."

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Ah, my writing has devolved! There is so much I need to work on!

Please let me know what you see that needs work. I always accept critique. Thanks : )