I haven't really be into writing much lately – mostly due to lack of motivation and inspiration. But I was talking to my sister the other day about season nine premier and we were sad for Cas' trench coat getting left behind at the laundromat. And then we felt it was the Samulet all over again. So then I wrote this blurb.
**SPN**SPN**SPN**SPN**SPN**
When people no longer see a need for their possessions they get thrown away - decor for a trashcan - or left in a washing machine to be plucked out by an attendant with disdain in her eyes and disgust on her face. Some possessions are just that, a thing that is owned 'til it is no longer useful. But sometimes they're symbols - an amulet given by a boy to his hero, or a tan trench coat that seems no more extraordinary than any other garment but really symbolizes faith and a dash of free will. But even these items - symbolic in meaning and purpose - get tossed aside and forgotten. People move on - move forward. But destiny has a way of bringing things back together in ways we may not expect.
When the amulet that decorated the bottom of that metal bin all day was spotted by the night nurse it was picked up and examined. The bronze did not sparkle like a diamond, or glisten like silver, but it resonated with purpose. The nurse pocketed the trinket and gave it to a little girl of twelve, who wore it for nearly four years before it was lost to her by an ocean wave. The amulet floated for a moment but was weight down by it's purpose and sank ever farther, jettisoning back and forth with the tides. The amulet wound up being meal to a shark but it didn't sit well; finally it floated again - a terrible storm rocked it to an ocean shore where it felt the warmth of the sun and the cool of the moon. It was resting. It was peaceful. The story would seem to be at it's end, but endings rarely come so easily. It so happened that this particular debris was lifted once more into the hands of a little boy who tossed it back when his mother called. But the waves collided and carried the necklace away and it drifted long and far until it collided with a tan trench coat, sinking further down; laden with water.
The amulet knew this coat - it belonged once to a faithful vessel occupied by a warrior of God. There was a tug of a wave and the coat drifted further from the amulet; but the amulet fluttered too - the nylon rope swinging in the pale grey waters. After a bit of thrashing the necklace hooked itself onto a button, tangling up it's rope around the black plastic, latching itself to the coat. The pair sank together to the bottom of the ocean, where they were left undisturbed, entwined together. As destiny had promised.