Author's Note: How about that finale? WOW. I adored it all so much. You can probably expect many stories and one-shots from me after seeing that. This is the first of them. I'm not normally a huge Sam fan, but how could I not write something about the end of that episode? This is, of course, assuming that God brought Sam back. I don't even know if this is my favorite theory about it… but it works for this story. Thanks always for reading and reviewing! I own nothing, BTW.
Sam Winchester spread his arms wide and leaned backwards. This was it. Everything he'd ever done, all his life, had been leading up to this point. Just as gravity caught him and Sam began to fall backwards, he felt a strong hand grasp his shirt. Sam's eyes shot open. Michael. Sam struggled to pull Michael into the cage with him. It wasn't ending here. This had to be done, whether Michael was a part of it or not. With a final pull, Sam, Michael, and Lucifer fell into the dark hole. Sam's world went black.
Sam Winchester appeared on the street as the light above him flickered and went out. He took in his surroundings slowly. Where was he? Why was he here? How did he get out?
Suddenly Sam saw… and understood everything. Dean. Dean was here. Sam immediately knew. God had brought him back.
Maybe this was a gift, or maybe the angels had helped, it didn't matter. He was here. He had to tell Dean; let him know that he was fine and everything was going to be okay. They would both be okay.
But as Sam watched Dean through the window, a hundred other things crossed his mind. This was what Dean had always wanted. He finally had a chance at a normal, pleasant life. If Sam burst in, would that chance be gone?
Sam's eyes filled with emotion as he saw his brother look up at Lisa and Ben. He looked heartbroken, but time would heal that. His brother could finally lead the life that he deserved. He could finally be happy.
Sam couldn't take that away from his brother. Dean deserved this. Hell, he was owed it. Dean had always been a giver. He had done everything for everyone else. He had abandoned everything for his family; even his own happiness. It was Sam's time to give back to his brother.
Sam Winchester had no idea how long he stood on the dark street and watched his brother. He lost track of time.
Finally, the houses around began to go dark. Dean must've been staying the night, because Lisa's house went dark too. The Impala remained parked.
Sam stood, alone, trying to decide what to do and where to go. There were cars parked all around, and some even had their windows left open. Sam decided to steal one.
He couldn't take this away from Dean. He would leave… and never come back. Dean could live his life; this normal, happy life, and forget about his little brother.
As the small, blue truck that Sam had taken disappeared into the distance, Dean Winchester sat awake alone, and cried.