Chapter 46 - Sam's wallet

So what do I carry? Usual stuff. Credit cards. One of the cards has the name David Matthews. Got Sam's ID with that name on it, too. I.P. Freeley is on the ID and the credit card Dean gave Sam that time.

Why are you giggling like that?

There's folding money sometimes, if things are going right. It's usually feast or famine with these two. Dean usually slips in a wad of bills the morning after he hits it big at pool or poker.

Those condoms came from Dean too. Big surprise, huh? I think that kid buys 'em in bulk.

What'd you say? Does Sam get any action?

Dang, the others were right. You guys sure are nosy. No comment. If those mouthy shoes of his didn't tell you which beds they spent the night underneath, I'm sure in the heck not going to.

Anyway, Sam's student ID from Stanford is in here too. I figured he'd pitch that one when he and Dean went back on the road, but he didn't. Keeps it separate from the others, tucked away in the back. It's not my place to ask why.

Yeah, I was there when Sam was at Stanford. I saw more money, less fake IDs back then. Sam worked part-time jobs to bring in the cash. I remember that Jess. She was always slipping notes in me, mushy stuff like "I Heart You" and some such like that. He liked that. I could tell. She made him happy.

There's nothing special about me. Plain brown leather, usual number of compartments. Kinda worn around the edges. That's pretty damn good when you figure that I was in Sam's jacket pocket the night of the fire.

When Sam slips me into in his duffel bag and puts me in the trunk that's how I know the boys are on a hunt. I get along with the folks in the trunk, the rest of Sam's stuff, and the new duffel. He doesn't have a name yet, but I know that's coming. He's quiet. He does his job. That's about all you can do out here. I gotta say right now, I didn't feel one way or another about Frances. He had a big damn mouth and he messed himself up. I didn't see anything that day, and I don't know what happened, so don't ask me. I carry Sam's stuff around, so let's just leave it at that.

Yeah, Sam has pictures. Yeah, I knew you were gonna ask me that.

Let's see…Sam's got a picture of him and Dean and his Dad. That's the oldest one of the bunch. Sam couldn't have been more than four, maybe five. He's sitting on his Dad's lap, right next to his brother. They all look happy. Sounds weird, but it's true. You humans have your moments.

He's got two pics of that Jess girl. She's just standing there, smiling at the camera in the first one. The other photo looks weird to me. I think you humans call that day Halloween, am I right? Everybody but Sam is dressed funny. Jess is smiling and Sam isn't.

Sam pulls her photos out a couple of times a year. He looks sad enough on her birthday. On that other day? Well, he looks calm, but he's not fooling me or anyone else.

And he sure in the heck isn't fooling his brother.

Oh, and he's got a picture of Dean in there too. Kid's just sitting there staring at the camera smirking. The way I hear it, Sam doesn't like that picture. Not at all. Sometimes Dean goes missing, and that's the photo Sam uses to show other humans what Dean looks like, so I can see why Sam doesn't like that one. If I was him I'd lojack big bro' so he can keep track of him, but hey, that's just me. Probably wouldn't work anyway. You know how slippery these Winchesters are.

Did Sam name me? Nope. The folks in the trunk did. Before I was known as "Hey you." Then one morning Jerry, Tony and Dom called me "Wall-E" and the name stuck. Geez.