Hello darkness, my old friendSitting on the hood of his beloved Impala with a bottle of cold beer on his hands and Sam and Cas on his side was the best thing Dean knew. It was during those small moments when he was most happy. He had learned to use every chance he got to find the little beauty that was still left on this world. The summer had been very warm but awesomely beautiful. He and Sam had even had some real vacation: no hunting, no demons, no Lucifer, no nothing. Just Cas who came and went as he pleased and nearly ever came when he was asked. Dean wanted to think that Cas didn't show up because he was on vacation, too. That of course wasn't the case but right now Dean needed to shut all the really bad thoughts out of his mind. And Sam. This summer Dean had had more than a few deja vu moments when he had been talking with him. Sam seemed like himself and not only that but he seemed like the Sam Dean thought had disappeared years ago. Sometimes he had been wanting back the Sam who he was before John died. That summer Dean had
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But one more day is a start, right?
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