Birds Dream
“Dean?” A little voice asks.
“Yes, what is it Sammy?” Sam is holding his hand, and they are walking back to the motel. They have been out playing on the playground.
“Di’ u know that when we say that birds a singin’, we’r all w’ong?” Sam looks up at him with big, glassy eyes, and Dean can see Sam has been thinking about it for a long time.
“No I didn’t, but what are they doing then, Sammy?” Sam looks like he has just won in lottery, a triumph of knowing something his brother didn’t, and a big, bright smile spreads all over his face.
“They are not singing...
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