Okay, this doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but it was bugging me – so here it is. I hope you enjoy this insane blurb! Happy New Year friends! We are one step closer to the next episode… Shannon

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Death has left the building. Dean is staring down at Sam's limp form, holding his breath – waiting for a sign of "Sammy'ness". Sam takes a sudden breath. Dean immediately falls to his knees beside his brother's cot. Sam's eyes slowly open and stare straight into Dean's.

"Is it really you?" Dean croaks.

Clearing his throat, Sam whispers, "yeah".

Both Dean and Bobby race to unchain Sam's arms and legs before helping him into a sitting position. Dean is back to kneeling in front of his brother. Shaking hands cup the sides of Dean's face and pull him in for a hug while keeping one hand on the back of his head.

While Dean thought that this show of affection was unusual for Sam, he forgot everything once he truly sensed the love coming from Sam. Sam nodded his head toward the room's other occupant. "Bobby", he said simply.

"Hey boy, good to have you home." Bobby slowly backed out of the panic room, wiping away a tear. He went upstairs to prepare a bed for Sam, also with the intent to give the boys some privacy.

Dean sat facing Sam on the cot. "How are you feeling?"

"Uh… weird I guess. It's been a long time, Dean."

"I know, but Sammy's home and we can be brothers again." Dean smiled.

"Sam's… here?"

"Speaking in the third person Sammy?" Dean jokingly clasped Sam's shoulder.

"Wh… where is he?" Sam's head turned to search the room.

Terror struck Dean, he immediately worried that the wall had come down before he'd even got the chance to be with his brother.

Dean turned Sam's face toward his. "What do you remember?"

"Um… I remember hell, I remember Death. He came downstairs searching for a soul. He found me, announced he was taking 'the Winchester' and the next thing I know – here I am. Dean?" Once again, Sam grabbed the sides of Dean's face and used his thumbs to wipe away tears.

Sam's hands were comforting, but different… almost fatherly…

Suddenly Dean gasped and grabbed Sam's hands from his face. "Dean, what? What is it?"

"D…" Dean stuttered. "D…dad? Is that you?"

"Yes, son?" Sam's voice answered the question.

Dean turned, stood up and held out his hand to help his father up. "We've got work to do…"

**I know John is hopefully in heaven, so this doesn't make a lot of sense. Couldn't help it!

***This isn't particularly clear… the premise is that Death grabbed the wrong Winchester soul downstairs. John's soul went into Sam's body.