Morning Thoughts – 159 words
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Sometimes, when they had fought or strongly disagreed, when they couldn't stand each other for some time, they took two separate rooms. And when he woke up, and as he started to dress, Dean wondered, looking at that necklace Sam had given to him. No matter how many times Sam had disappointed him, he had always worn it. It was like a reminder of his neverending link with his brother. Nothing so sentimental, actually, no tears and worshipping an object... Just... knowing he still existed, in a way. That was what he had thought during those years Sam was in Stanford. And now, watching the item silently, he would ask himself: does this mean anything? Will he notice if I don't wear it today? Is it worth it?
Dean would grab the thing, ponder for a minute. And then, put it around his neck, giving up to all this bullshit that was reflection and deep thoughts.
He always did.