Dean breathed. This was just a normal break in to check up on someone on a case. Dean breathed. He used his normal methods, slow quiet, and he took his time once inside of the house. There were pictures everywhere of the happy couple, smiling and looking carefree, unaware of the evil that lurked in the shadows of the world. Just like any other break and enter.
Dean breathed. Not just like any other break and enter. When Dean breaths on a normal break and enter his senses aren't overcome with the smell of Sam. At least, they hadn't been for the last three and a half years.
Suddenly the sense of Sam's presence increased and Dean spun around just in time to avoid being hit with a baseball bat. Dean grinned to himself and tussled with his brother. Sam still moved in all the same ways Dean remembered. Finally, when Dean had his brother pinned to the floor, Sam recognized him.
"Dean," his voice is surprised. "You scared the crap outta me!"
Dean smirked, "That's because you're out of practice." Suddenly Dean found himself flipped and pinned on the floor. He laughed, "Or not." He clapped Sam on the shoulder, "Get off me."
Sam pushed off of Dean and helped him up. "What are you doing here?"
Dean thought about telling Sam the real reason; Dad was gone and Dean needed to believe that someone wouldn't leave him behind, Dad was gone and Dean missed Sam. But then he remembers the pictures he saw earlier of the couple and he couldn't do that to Sam. So instead he clapped his brother on the shoulder, grinned, and said, "Well, I was looking for a beer."
