A/N: Quick tag to the end of Playthings 2:11. Sam receives a Thank You gift from Susan for saving her daughter from drowning.
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Dean was stretched out on his bed, pillows stacked behind him, reading a car magazine when muffled thumping from out in the hallway announced the arrival of his brother. After a full minute Sam finally stumbled into the motel room, arms loaded down with his duffle bag, laptop and two coffees. How he managed to unlock the door and not drop anything, all with a cast on his wrist impressed Dean more than he would ever willingly admit.
Sam glared at Dean as he managed, unassisted by the way, to set the two coffees down with out spilling either one. Dean shot him a quick glance and a 'whatever' shrug before going back to his magazine.
Stepping over to his bed to rid himself of the rest of his burden, Sam stopped in mid-toss before his duffle even started to leave his hand as he caught sight of his bed. "Oh c'mon, Dean! That is so not funny."
Dean didn't bother to look up. His smirk would have set Sam off for sure. "What? Susan wanted to thank you for saving first her life and then her daughter's. Thought those would make a nice addition to your collection. I totally agreed with her, Samantha."
Sam stood staring at six antique dolls that had escaped the destruction of Maggie and were currently nestled on his bed, their curly heads propped against his pillows. Six sets of polished glassy eyes focused on the younger hunter as his duffle bag dropped to the floor from nerveless fingers.
"Damn it, Dean." Right, not super creepy at all.
End