Sam stood outside the house and looked in through the window. Looked in at his brother living the life he had promised to live when Sam was gone.

Sam's body flickered and shifted. He had to be careful. The last thing he wanted was for Dean to come after him with a gun and a round of salt.

So, he had his proof. Dean was living the apple pie life with Lisa and Ben.

Already Sam could feel the tug of Lucifer, calling him back into the pit. He didn't really know how he'd managed to break free long enough to get his proof, but there it was. Now he had to leave. It was hard to leave. Harder than he'd thought it would be. Sam soaked in the image through the window. Soaked in the memory of his brother safe and sound. It would have to last him, through all the years in hell. He didn't know if he could ever get back again.

Again Lucifer's tug.

And Sam's ghost was gone.

SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN

Just a thought - had to share. Reviews always appreciated.