I made this two drabbles based on a post in Tumblr where they were fighting over who needed to give back to Dean the Samulet. (angelsarewatchingoveryoudean. tumblr post/ 55903490804/ idratherneedyou-unfortunatevessel) I made this two mini-stories to prove that it doesn't matter who gives the pendant back to Dean. The meaning behind it remains the same.

Story 1

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"I can't," complained Dean burying his face in his hand, while sitting in the table of the Bunker.

"Dean," warned him Cas with his deep voice, standing next to him, "Sam needs you,"

"Don't you understand that I just can't go!" shouted Dean while he got up in a fit of anger and throwing the glass of water that the former angel had given him earlier to the floor.

Dean wanted to shout, wanted to scream, wanted to die. It was only the insistence of the blue stare on him, that made him continue talking.

"I can't go and see him die!" he cried, "He's my little brother, Cas. My job was to look out for him. And now he…" the words die in his throat, "I went to Hell for him, I would die for him, I friggin' die for him! And now… I can't say goodbye. Not to him."

"Dean…" Cas called him again, and this time he took the hunter's hand in his, and put something in it, "go to Sam."

Dean stared at the object in his hand and memories from the time when Sam had given him the pendant flooded by in his mind.

"How do you…?" asked confused the hunter.

"Just go," said Cas, not allowing room to discusion.

And with one last look into the eyes of the fallen angel, Dean left.

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"Hi, Sammy," said Dean, taking the chair next to his brother's bed and put it closer to the bedhead.

Sam was tired, and with great effort he opened his eyes. After a small recovery, his health had come crushing down at the end of the unfinished trials. He tried hard to focus in his older brother face, but when he did, something caught his attention.

"You're wearing it," he said with a faint whisper, that was the louder he could speak.

Dean wanted to say something, but he just couldn't. So he just stared at his baby brother at the eyes, all the pain, and devotion and love clearly noticeable in the green orbs that shined with tears about to fall.

Sam smiled despite the pain in his body and soul, his brother didn't need to say anything else.