Dean always kind of knew it would end like this. With police, guns and the woman he loved being the one to turn him in. And he wasn't mad, wasn't even mildly surprised. The only thing that did surprise him was how long it had taken her to do it. Three years on the run with him was about three years longer then he had expected from her. Was she on her way back to her husband now? Going back to that geeky little guy who had some how made it past all the training to become a full fledge member of the United States Navy? Dean knew he had survived the gunshot he himself had inflicted on him, hell he'd aimed for his leg before taking his wife and high tailing it out of there. He might be a psychopath but he did have some respect for the men who defended this country.
"Dean Winchester, you are under arrest for…"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah all the good stuff I know. Can you just cuff me already? I waive my right to legal council blah blah blah." he rolled his eyes even though he was on his knees with his hands behind his head. That seemed to confuse the cops, until one of them, a long time FBI agent who had been on Dean's case from the start, rushed forwards and cuffed him before hauling him to his feet.
"This has been a long time coming Winchester." he growled into Dean's ear.
"Good to see you too Sammy." Dean smiled at his giant of a brother before Sam pushed him through the door into a hallway lined with cops.
"How's Jess? And the kids? God little Bobby must be almost ten now ain't he?" Dean asked his brother like they were sitting in a cafe having a coffee and catching up.
"Shut up Dean." Sam growled low and angrily. "You don't get to ask those questions."
"Oh come on Sam, I'm still your brother." Dean smirked at one of the female cops who scowled at him.
"You lost that title when you killed that guy in Kansas. I don't have any brothers." Sam said. Dean hated that, hated that Sam would deny their blood.
"Mom would be so disappointed to hear you say that baby brother." Dean let Sam lower him into a car. He had his jaw clenched as he reached over to cuff Dean to the special hook for his cuffs.
"Don't you talk about my mother." Sam hissed and drew back to slam the door.