#12—"Memories and Realizations"
Later that night, Dean arose from the bed, his mind still active and not letting him fall asleep. He slipped silently from the bedroom and through the house, intent on getting himself a drink of water, but as he passed through the living room he saw that the sofa-bed, where Sam was supposed to be, was empty. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement outside through the window.
Sam.
He stepped to the door and looked out. His brother was sitting on the back seat of the Impala, the door open. "Sam?" He pushed the screen door open and went to lean against the car. "Can't sleep?"
Without looking up, Sam continued to finger the small plastic toy soldier stuck in the ashtray. "It was this," he said softly.
"What about it, Sammy?"
"Remembering this...the legos you stuck down the heater vent...remembering them allowed me to get control over Lucifer." Only then did Sam look up. "I remember, Dean."
*Yeah, another long one. So much for short drabbles. Get used to it.