~Memories~
Dean smirks at the photo in his hand. an old photo, one of Sammy and him as kids. Back when he was the protecter. . . Well, he technicaly still is, but back then it seemed almost more of a job. Sam was always getting into things, without realizing it, back before Sam knew that the monsers under his bed, could very well be real.
He found the photo, just a moment ago, while going through an old box of things. He had found it yesterday in his fathers storage unit. The same storage unit, that once contained a lucky rabbits foot.
It isn't what he was looking for, he was looking for a paper, a paper that contained something he didn't know. Bobby had talked about it before he. . .Before he died.
Dean just wanted to know what the fuss was about the paper, he wasn't sure what it would look like, but he expected he would know it when he saw it. He didn't find it, but he did find a pox with the word 'Photos' written on it, in large sloppy letters. He couldn't help himself, he had to look inside it.
He hasn't told sammy yet, about the box, first he wanted to look through it on his own. He wants to see all the memories, but the thing is, he didn't know they had any pictures. He sure doesn't remember posing for them. Then again, most people just take pictures without informing others. That could have easily been done.
Dean is so engulfed in the photo that he doesn't hear it when Sam walks in through the closed door of the hotel room, and to deans back, to see what he's so facinated at.
"What's this? I don't remember taking any pictures?" Sam says, starttling Dean out of his thoughts.
Sam grabs the photo and examines it. "Dean?" He says, looking oddly at his older, yet shorter, brother. "when did we take this?"
Dean grabs the photo back from sam and looks at it again for a moment. "I think I was about 13 and you were 10" He says, then smirks up at Sam. "You were so much shorter than me. I mis that. You being shorter I mean."
Sam chuckles. "Yea, I was always a short kid, then I hit puberty. I shot up, way taller than you shorty." He says, placing his hand on his older brothers head.
They spend the rest of the day looking at the other photos and sharing the memories of the days photographs were taking. Laughing and smiling, smirking and joking with one annother. Things that neither one has done in a long time, even though they both deserve more, much more. They deserve everything. They have sacrificed so much, there own lives, every thing that any normal man would greedily hold to himself. For this worthless earth. They could've let go, retired from hunting after killing yellow eyes, no one would've blamed them. Retired after the cage, once again no blame. After lillith? Or after anything, they've saved the world more times than could be counted. No thank you? They never asked for one. . .But sometimes they both think it would be nice to get one. Or to get something.