Sam and Dean Winchester were settled for the night lying down on their beds in Bobby's log cabin.
"A year?" Dean asked his brother. He looked from his bed to Sam's bed.
Sam looked over at his brother. It had been an interesting day for him. He didn't know when he woke up this morning that he would be talking to his brother when the night was over. "Yes," Sam confirmed, "a year."
Dean looked to the ceiling. "It just doesn't seem real," Dean replied.
"You being here doesn't seem real," Sam countered. "Meg and I had thought of everything possible to the near impossible. None of it worked."
"Cass and I tried everything from the Purgatory side," Dean said. "None of it worked."
"So what did work?" Sam asked.
"Maybe the fact that you wanted to see me just as much as I wanted to see you," Dean said. "And the fact that a certain angel and a certain demon who both shall remain nameless have the hots for each other."
Sam laughed at that before he got back under control to say, "Plausible."
"But does it really matter how we got back?" Dean asked him.
Sam sighed. "No," he said. "When Crowley finds out, there will be hell to pay."
"Is that anything new?" Dean asked.
Sam grinned. "I guess not," he said.