AN: Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! So sorry for the delay again...I had a bit of bad night. I'm having one tonight too, but I'm okay for the most part. I've also been freaking out over my new book...I want to help people but ehhhhhh I'm so worried about it...*hides under my blanket*...anyways, I know I always ask, but please support me! A starving author! And also show my real mom that writing books is a career! Pwease? *Uses Sam's lethal puppy eyes of death* Anyways. Let's get this ball rolling, shall we?

Rafaela Amanda-It worked beautifully as an AU! And I wanted a happy ending in that fic! :) A little note, I don't play violin, but I do play piano and guitar.

Ruby-Thank you my darling!

spnfanforlife-Yay more shameless fluff with all the feels! :)

NightReader22-I've always imagined Sam playing some classical instrument like the violin :)

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P-Precious Memories (Season 2: After ELAC: AU!)

Dean sneezed when more dust flew up in his nose. He was rearranging some boxes in their dads storage unit. He and Sam decided a day apart would do them well, since they weren't really getting along right now. It wasn't Sam's fault or anything. Dean was just sick of the pestering. He dealt with grief differently than his brother. That and he found it was easier to be angry than to grieving. But with his anger, he had been hurting Sam.

Dean winced at that thought. He never meant to hurt Sammy. He just couldn't deal right now. He shook his head and went through the box he was currently holding. It was his box.

He smiled as he pulled out baseball cards, his old Gameboy, his first spark plug, and other things. He then found something that he hadn't seen in a long time. A homemade card from his baby brother. Not just any card, it was a Father's Day card. Sam gave this to him when he was sixteen and Sam was twelve. The front had a picture of the Impala drawn on it. Sam was a good artist even at twelve. The Impala looked stunning! And the drawing was done in pen! He opened the card and smiled.

In the card was a picture of him when he was younger, holding a tiny Sammy. The drawing too, was done in pen and was amazing. The letters were in a fancy print.

To the greatest Dad ever!

You rock more than a Led Zeppelin song!

Love you dude! TO THE MOON AND BACK!

Your Sammy.

Dean sniffled.

"Damn allergies." He muttered.

He put the card gently back into the box and made sure that box was in a safe place. He didn't want to leave the card here, but he didn't want to take it on the road with him either. He didn't want to lose it. So he made sure it would be safe.

He got to Bobby's and didn't find Sammy inside, so he looked around the yard. Soon he found his wayward brother on top of a stack of cars, sketching away in his book. He grumbled to himself, making a note to later lecture the boy about climbing on the old piles of cars. He called Sam down and Sam nodded to him, not ready to talk.

Sam nearly jumped out of his skin. He heard his brother calling him and winced. He left Dean alone like he wanted. What could he possibly yell at him this time? When got down from the pile, he was attacked by a hug.

'Okay...didn't see this coming.' Sam thought to himself.

But none the less, Sam returned the long overdue hug and buried his face in Dean's shoulder.

Sam has his daddy back. It was about time.

More shameless fluff with a side of feels!

Until Next Time! *continues to hide under my blankie*