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Happy Birthday, Lola Stang! Hope this fits the bill for a Dean with a bit of youthful joy!

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Pac-Man. Zelda. Galaga.

Geek ghost was toast, and the wild lights and familiar melodies of Dean's youth came alive again.

He remembered standing at those towering booths with whatever spare change he could find. Sometimes he'd lift Sam up to operate the controls, or find a couple phone books for him to stand on. They'd play for hours, letting joysticks and bright plastic buttons distract them from their dad being gone.

Dean dug eagerly into both pockets. Nothing.

The weight of a quarter pressed into his palm.

The face shattering smile Sam got was worth way more than twenty-five cents.

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