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The knock on the door startled them. They weren't expecting company, hell it was 11:00 at night. No one in their right mind knocked on a door at that time of night. But when the knock sounded through the quiet house again, Amelia turned to him, "Who could that be?"
"I don't know," Sam replied as the person on the other side of the door knocked a third time, this time a little louder, "But I'm guessing that they aren't leaving until we answer them."
Sighing, Sam put his book aside and climbed out of bed. He may have been out of the game for a year, but there was no way he was letting Amelia answer the door, especially this late at night. So, on his way to the door, grabbed the baseball bat he had positioned just inside the closet door.
The knock sounded again, and it sounded angry. So when Sam heard Amelia behind him, he turned back to her, "Stay here. I don't know who's at the door, but I want you to stay here, just in case."
"Sam…"
"Really Amelia, stay here," and as an afterthought he added, "Please."
He turned back to the door and focused on the task at hand. He moved silently towards the door, and when he got close, he went to call out but he heard muttering, and a curse from the other side of the door that made him stop dead. The voice sounded familiar, but it couldn't be. It had been a year. There was no way that he was on the other side of the door. He had to be hearing things. But it had definitely sounded like him.
He took a deep breath to steady himself and then he called out "Can I help you?"
There was a moment of silence, as if the person on the other side of the door had to make a decision or maybe they had head something in his voice to. But then the voice that answered was clear as day, "Sammy?"
Damn it, he did know that voice, "Dean?" he called out. And waited, holding his breath and hoping that it really was his brother standing on the other side of the door.
"Yeah Sammy, it's me. Now open the damn door."
Sam couldn't suppress his smile as he opened the door, and saw his older brother standing on his front step. Dean looked a little worse for wear, but he was there and alive, something Sam didn't think was even possible. Though, at this point he should have known that if you were a Winchester, just about anything was possible.
This is my first fanfiction, so please any reviews or hints would be much appreciated.