A/N: So this is my first every fanfiction, please be nice. I do appreciate constructive criticism though! Hope you guys enjoy this, just an idea that has popped into my head a few times.
Outside the Window
He stood beneath the flickering light of a lamp post. Its yellow glare flickering once before dying out, leaving the young man beneath it concealed by the darkness of the cloudy night. He had had a hunt, a simple salt-and-burn about an hour's drive away, and had decided to swing by, to make sure he had made the right decision. Sam had really fought Bobby on that decision, Samuel had helped Sam come up with counterpoints, just to ensure Bobby didn't immediately call Dean after finding out Sam was alive. Nonetheless, Sam wanted to double check his decision. After his return from the Cage, his decisions had an almost perfect record of being right, but he wanted to be sure. If Dean was truly settled, why bring him back into the Life, living out of the hunt, in a simple civilian-apple-pie-life would surely have sensitized him. Making him softer, more unwilling to make the right decision. Sam looked in through the well-lit kitchen window. Dean was happy here, Sam could see him smiling as he filled Lisa and Ben's plates with something from a pot. His smile stretched across his face, the sides of his eyes crinkling and the corners of his mouth pulled up tight in a real genuine smile. Dean had done it. He had settled down just like Sam had known he would if given the proper opportunity. Dean had become soft, yes. It would be best to leave him here.
Sam smiled softly, grimly to himself. Yes, leaving Dean here, without the knowledge of his return would be for the best. Sam watched just a moment longer, to ensure the happiness of the scene before him. Remembering vague memories of Dean smiling at him that way while filling up Sam's plate with something cheap and easy to make. The memory of feeling loved and cared for was just that now. A memory. A confusing memory. Emotions were so weird. So pointless. They are now something Sam did not think he was capable of anymore nor did he care to have them. He turned away from the happy kitchen scene, turning so that his body turned before his head, just to make the scene last a moment longer. His feet moved, easy and steady beneath him, his shoulders turned, already starting to fall into the steady, sure rhythm of walking, then his head turned, finally looking away from the House and down the clean sidewalk. Leaves crunched beneath his boots when he stepped off the curb and into the road. Yes, he had made a good decision. It would be for the best to leave Dean out of this. Whatever…this was. He would probably be concerned about Sam's lack of feeling. Or his lack of sleeping. But Sam knew that only meant he had more time. More time to save people, and that he wouldn't look through a set of grey tinged glasses. Because Sam didn't see in black or white anymore, the colors, red flags, grey decisions, they had no meaning. Sam continued his trek back to his car. A new, modern, fast car. Not at all suitable for flying under the radar, but good for speed. And that was what was needed, better to get to the hunts faster, to get to the monster-of-the-week faster. Efficiency was what was needed. Not emotions. Sam unlocked his car door with his key, so as not to flash the lights, giving the House one last glance. The light from the lamp post remained out, only the moon peeking through the clouds illuminated the House. No, it was best Dean stayed here.