So, I'm taking up the E/O Drabble Challenge. From now on, all my (hopefully weekly) drabbles will be here. 1 word challenges, 100 word pieces - and believe me, anyone who hasn't written a drabble has no idea how hard it is to get something that was originally at around 200 words down to 100. (I know I didn't.) This week's challenge word was "long," and it is EXACTLY 100 words, just like the rules say.
Hope you all enjoy.
It's been a long time since he's seen his brother smile.
Last night he dreamed about the old days, when Dean laughed and teased (bitch, jerk) and life was normal—maybe not great, but normal. But Dean doesn't smile much anymore. His face is marked with lines of pain and anger and screw God, we'll fight this damn war alone.
The familiar strains of AC/DC echo from the speakers. A ghost of something-that-was flits across Dean's face.
And Sam thinks that maybe they don't have a lot—but then again, maybe it's the simple things that count the most.