First off, this is my first ever set of drabbles. When I write more, they will be posted in another chapter, three drabbles to a chapter. Thanks to all who reviewed 'Demise of the Beautiful'. -oh crap-
"So what's this whole surprise," she asked him as they walked through the park. He smiled and pulled her over to a bench and lifted a box out of his pocket. "Here," he said, "it's for your half birthday." She gave him a strange look, and he knew that it wasn't her half birthday, her half birthday was in July, but he saw it in a store and bought it, thinking 'What the hell', and he just needed an excuse to buy it. When she opened the box, her eyes lit up like diamonds and she kissed him just the way he likes it.
"Get a move on, Sammy," the older said to the younger. Sammy nodded and obeyed, thinking in his mind about all of the things they've gone through, all of the ways he's hurt the older, and then he wonders, he wonders why the older still loves him the way he does. The older turns to Sammy and smiles, seeming to read his thoughts, saying "Sammy, don't worry. It's going to be fine."
Dean lays on the cold hard floor of the abandoned warehouse, his face torn and bruised, and he wonders. He thinks about how Sammy wants to leave him, how Dad seems to want to get away and he thinks that it's his fault. He blames himself, he hates how he always does that, but he knows that whenever something goes wrong, it's his fault. He swallows as the door breaks open and Sammy enters the room almost grandly, Sammy… no, Sam, his savior.