A/N...my first attempt at a drabble. I figured this would have been a good memory for the boys, after watching them with Bobby...


Sam looked down at himself. "I remember this" he gasped, his hands clutching a rifle, a puffy vest and sturdy boots part of his attire. He looked at Dean, and saw the face crack an unexpected smile.

"C'mon, you idjits" Bobby gruffed, rifle in hand as he marched passed them into the forest.

"You remember?" Sam asked.

Dean closed his eyes, just for a second. "Of course I do. " He opened them and turned to Sam, raw emotion flashing just for a moment. "We get to share a memory?"

"I guess it was great for both of us, Dean"

A/N...thanks for reading...pleaseleave areview, I'd be forever greatful!