A/N: It's short, but it felt wrong to add anything or take anything away from what I'd written. Felt complete and I have a bad habit of continuing things and rambling on. I want to break that, so I quit while I was ahead. Kind of like I should right now. Number 4 in my 100 Themes Supernatural Challenge.
Spoilers for... season 7, basically. Especially for episode 17. Don't wanna know? Don't read.I don't claim to own... basically anything. 'Cept my soul. Haven't sold that... yet.
Cloth
Dean felt the cloth run through his fingers; felt the weight of it pull his hands toward the ground. It was rough and hard, but worn and flexible as he folded it around his hands and patted the finished result in an almost loving fashion.
Blood, black goo and water tainted the trenchcoat's original appearance and made everything so much more real than what it should've been; made the disappearance of Cass even more horrible in his mind's eye.
From that moment on, whenever he moved the coat from car to car, from hideout to hitting-the-road, Dean would run a hand over the piece of clothing and remember his friend; remember the anger he felt deep inside for what the idiot had done to his baby brother.
Then the moment came when he gave the coat back, and despite his anger; despite how Sam was suffering and dying, Dean couldn't help the leap of joy that his heart did when he saw that man and that piece of cloth, reunited. He loved Cass, just like he loved Sam and Bobby and his Dad.
That trench-coat was returned to its rightful place and Dean felt like he'd fulfilled some small goal inside him.
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