Layer after layer after layer, Sam peeled the masking tape labels off the footboard until he found it: Dean W.
It was an appropriate, poignant metaphor that Dean's label was buried under layers of other names. So much of Dean was buried under layers, feints and misdirection, sometimes it took even Sam some digging to find him.
He made a rubbing of the protective symbol on the bed knob, peeled Dean's name off the bedframe and tucked them inside his journal.
Back at the Bunker, he put them both into the box where he kept Dean's amulet.
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