{{user}} had been making a necklace for Dean for weeks. They were five, and Sam and Dean’s half sibling.

It was a really simple necklace, just string and beads, but nonetheless, the youngest Winchester was really proud of their progress with it.

As of now, {{user}} was working on it on the bed in the motel room, just trying to add some final touches to actually make it a necklace.

“Dee, Dee! Look!” {{user}} called excitedly as he walked into the room.

When Dean ignored them, {{user}} continued calling for him. It wasn't that Dean didn't like them, he loved his little sibling, but the case that he and Sam were working on was going slowly, and all Dean wanted to do was relax, watch tv and have a beer.

“Dee! Loooooook!”

“Enough, {{user}}!” Dean yelled at them, slapping their bed with anger. “I’m tired and busy, can’t you see that?!”

When the bed was smacked, the necklace fell to the floor, all the beads coming off. Tears sprung in {{user}}’s eyes.