Dean smiles, a little distant and a lot sad. "Used to do the same for Sammy. I don't think we spent a single one not on the road, but I made sure he had presents. Even if I had to steal them."
Turning back to Derek, Dean resists a sudden urge to curl a palm over his shoulder. It's not really something they do, but Derek looks miserable, even for him, and Dean settles for bumping their shoulders together. "You don't talk about her much. I guess the last time you saw her was before you came here?"
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Turning back to Derek, Dean resists a sudden urge to curl a palm over his shoulder. It's not really something they do, but Derek looks miserable, even for him, and Dean settles for bumping their shoulders together. "You don't talk about her much. I guess the last time you saw her was before you came here?"