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They keep telling me this happened during the first season...
SHARDS, SHREDS, SCRAPS
Slumber
by
Sade Lyrate
Sam slumbers almost before they cross the city limits, streetlights' sway carving the lines of his face deeper, night darkening the shadows.
The last couple of days...
Dean can't find it in himself to even wonder about his brother's sleepiness. If he could, he'd take back a lot of things. Change another battalion, hopefully for better.
Instead, in the silence and the susurrus of the wheels on blacktop, he lets his gaze shift between the never-ending road in front of him and the ever-weary form beside him.