Tag Scene for Are You There God? Season 4

It was dark and the middle of the night when I found Dean sitting out on my front porch with a beer and a weary attitude.

"Sam's asleep." I told him. "So should you be."

"I know." He took a swig of beer. I've known that boy long enough to tell by the set of his shoulders that something ain't sitting right with him.

"What?" I asked.

He shook his head, "Nothing," but I wasn't buying it and before I even had to push him, he told me. "Meg was telling me – you know, while she was kicking the snot out of me – she had a sister. Has a sister. " He shrugged. "Had a sister. Her baby sister, she said. When Meg went missing, when her sister finally got her body – she said it was too much. Meg said. Her sister killed herself. All she suffered when Meg was missing. It was too much."

Now I ain't a genius, but I didn't need to be one to figure out what was tramping across his brain.

"Sam's alive right now, living and breathing and sleeping on my davenport."

"He doesn't fit on your couch." Dean said, sounding pissed like it was my doing. We've had this discussion before, Dean and I.

"He sat down, he fell asleep. You want to wake him up and haul him upstairs?"

Yes, he did, I could tell. It wouldn't be the first time he'd done it. Finally he shrugged and took another swig of beer.

"I guess a lot has changed in four months, hunh? Maybe even everything."

Even still not being that genius, I knew he was talking about more than Sam sleeping on my davenport.

"You're too tired for metaphysical questions Dean. Go get some sleep. I'm gonna clean up my kitchen."

"Yeah, I will."

When I was done in the kitchen and heading upstairs myself, I found Sam still asleep on the davenport, not neat and tidy and compact, but looking comfortable anyway. And there next to the davenport on what could not be a comfortable bed of blankets and wood floor was Dean.

They hadn't been saying a lot to each other lately, but actions do speak louder than words. Dean was sleeping on my floor because Sam was sleeping on my davenport right nearby. Sam was sleeping on my davenport because he fell asleep there while Dean was out on the porch, right nearby.

Even if everything else had changed, that hadn't. They might yell and fight and throw some punches – they had before and I'm sure they will again – but at their most instinctive level they were both metal and magnet. Even if everything else changed, that never would change.

The End