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Part Eleven – This Song Is For You

Story type: Drabble (Word count: 100) | E/O Challenge | Challenge word is blue

Author's notes: Okay, so this is it. I know there are a few things undissolved, I know there would have been plenty of material to go on and I apologize to all of you yearning for some more H/C – but to me this feels like an appropriate ending for a story without flourishes and details.

I want to thank all of you who were reading and reviewing every week! It's you I wrote for. And you're very worth it, guys! Every single letter!

A massive waving of my arms goes over to my musketeers, Shannz and MeAzrael – there's that saying: 'That's what gives it the extra something!'. In German it's: "That's the salt in the soup" (Geez, that sounds awful...). So let me say it like this: The E/O challenge is the salt in the soup. But you two and the weekly musketeer WOW are the noodles!

By the way, musketeer word this week was my fault and it's sandman.

His forehead clung to the cold surface of the windowpane. Through tired, barely opened eyes he watched the outside world rush by, realized that the blue sky had turned almost black.

The familiar sounds were calming, soothed the pain that threatened to drive him insane. The Impala's low rumble. Sam's voice next to him.

Sam was talking. Through his haze, Dean couldn't make out what he was saying. But it sounded surprisingly tuneful.

He felt his brother's hand on his shoulder, reassuring, I'm here, you'll be fine.

And he recognized it.

Sam was singing.

Enter Sandman.

Dean had to smile.

The End