Author's Note: Not to presume that my writing will bring back memories for anyone, but to forestall any reviews or PM's that hint at plagiarism, I'd like to say that I am, in fact, the original author of this drabble. I used to have the pen name E.M. James, which this was originally published with.
Thanks to any and all that read or review this.
Missing Dean was old hat by now- a phantom pain where sibling bonds once resided. Sam had never been concerned with fairness, because growing up a Winchester had taught him to excommunicate the word from his vocabulary.
Sammy, call me when you get this.
A schism created by adolescent rebellion and a determination to follow dreams was bridged by ten small words, accomplishing what two years of contemplation and aborted phone calls never could.
It's your brother.
Fair would have been proper a goodbye, after bones creaked and skin wrinkled, laugh lines a testament to good men living good lives.