Charlie, Dean, Bobby.
That small collection had grown, moving to an envelope in the same drawer.
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Charlie and Cas in the kitchen, leaning over three mugs. Cas's first hot chocolate. It was written in slightly smudged green ink. Why would you make Sam take a photo? An important moment Dean! This was written in a blue pen, as though the photo had been passed back and forth over time.
A tattered photo of two scruffy kids laughing over an old cars engine. 1989. 10 + 6 There was one of a dark haired woman and her son standing in a garden, Dean behind them, facing away at a barbeque. Ben and Lisa. A sleek black Chevy with a long pair of legs sticking out of the window- followed by another photo of Sam, leaning out of the same window, his hair in a mess. Serial killer look suits him. Cas was in the Impala, gazing out of the window where rain had blurred the glass. He had a book filled with sketches of mythical creatures open on his lap, one hand resting on a page, his fingers wrapped over the edge of the corner. His eyes were glazed over and a soft, small smile could be seen as he watched the water hit the cars window outside.