A PICTURE PAINTS A THOUSAND WORDS
Chapter 2
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It was a framed picture.
Of Sam.
Sketched and signed by Dean.
Sam eyes welled as he gazed at the picture. Okay, maybe his hair looked like a midnight bed-hair nightmare, and he seemed to have a few too many teeth, but whatever, Dean's love and care could be seen in every cautious pencil stroke.
Dean shrugged, "I thought seein' as we've got the batcave now, an' a bit of time and space to chill, I might take up a new hobby."
"D'y like it?" Dean's wide, enquiring eyes betrayed the nonchalance in his voice.
Sam was lost for words.
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