[ It's a little alarming, at first, when Sam doesn't reply. Dean is still finding his footing again around his version of Sam, walking on eggshells, tentative but hopeful - and silence, coming from Sammy, can be deafening.
He comes up next to Sam, arms folding over his chest as he peers up, taking a moment to savor this little slice of peace. ]
It's sure something else.
[ Dean honestly cant remember the last time he just stopped and looked up, appreciated the beauty of a color splashed sky. ]
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He comes up next to Sam, arms folding over his chest as he peers up, taking a moment to savor this little slice of peace. ]
It's sure something else.
[ Dean honestly cant remember the last time he just stopped and looked up, appreciated the beauty of a color splashed sky. ]