oh gosh. this is just gorgeous. the emotion, the nostalgia, seeing dean's changes through sam's eyes. how heartbreaking, how fucking beautiful.

this right here, it put me in your fist and i willed you to squeeze.
Sam hauls these mementos out one rainy afternoon, quizzing Dean, watching his face to tell which things he remembers, which he just pretends to remember.

and you did. god, you did. with sun shining through the window and turning every one of his grey hairs into gold again and the diners, and the hunt, and the painted hole. i'm so in love with this. with your words. with the ending. perfect, absolutely so.