As they drove into the sunset, Sam glanced at his brother, thinking how glad he was that the family business was back in swing. He had missed this, the two of them cruising around in the Impala. It seemed now that they were saving people and hunting things once again, the family business was back in swing.
"I'm glad that we're…That everything is sort of back to normal. Or, well, as normal as it ever is with us," Sam said.
"Yeah, me too," Dean agreed. There were a few moments of silence. "What about some tunes?" Dean asked. Sam nodded. His big brother put in a cassette tape. Sam couldn't help but smirk at this. No matter how hard he tried to convince his brother to buy an iPod, Dean always refused. He didn't want to douche up his 'baby.'
The song 'Carry on my Wayward Son' by Kansas began to play. They exchanged a glance, and both laughed a little at that. Sam wondered if Chuck had mentioned that both brothers loved the song in his books. He must have, given that the fans seemed to know. After all, they had included it in their musical.
"That play was pretty…" Sam wasn't sure what to say. He had personally thought that from the rehearsals he had seen, it seemed awesome. He didn't want to say this in case it would piss of Dean, though.
"Yeah, it was," Dean said. He didn't seem to need Sam to finish the sentence. They often had those moments, when they knew exactly what the other was thinking. Sam supposed that the fandom would call it a B.M. for 'brotherly moment.' Sam still couldn't believe that the fans really could not think of a better term.
"So is the family business really back in swing?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, I think it is," Dean said. They listened to the music for a few moments, both absorbed in it. "I mean I'm not going to lie to you Sammy, I was…I was worried for a while there. When you said that we…" Dean's voice cracked a little. "That we weren't brothers…That hurt."
"Yeah, I was a real jerk, Dean I know, and I'm really sor-" Dean interrupted before Sam could even get the thought out.
"Don't be," he said gruffly. "I mean, it's not like I wasn't kind of a bitch." He smiled at Sam, and Sam realized that he was being totally sincere. All was really forgiven. They were brothers again, and all of the pain that they had caused each other was going to be forgotten. Sam was amazed, as always, by Dean's constant ability to move past anything. He remembered trying to copy Dean's every nuanced mannerism as a little kid. He had always looked up to his big brother so much.
"I still do, you know," Sam said. Dean looked at him funny, and he realized that he needed to explain further, despite the danger of causing a chick flick moment. "I still look up to you, Dean. I mean, I always have, and I still do."
"I know I'm the oldest and everything but it's not like I don't want to be more like you sometimes, Sammy," Dean said.
"It's a good thing there's both of us," Sam said.
"You and me, always, right?" Dean asked.
"Come whatever," Sam agreed, echoing the words of his big brother when Sammy had given up on the three trials so that Dean didn't have to lose him. Sam had been angry about that for a long time, but he was beginning to understand. He realized that despite what he had said in the past, he would have done the same. They needed each other.