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He killed them…all of them…
Sam knew his brother had no choice but the fact that Dean had done it… Sam was overcome with relief, so pleased that Dean was here and alive that he almost felt guilty. So many kids…dead…a few his own age. How many had family that would grieve for them? How many had little brothers of their own? God, if he had lost Dean…
NO. No, he wouldn't think about that. Dean was alive. Dean was okay. Dean would be returning any moment. Dean went through that hell…for him. Sam stood on his toes, trying to get a glance among the crowds head. The Reaping arena was full, District 12 awaited to greet their victor.
Again Sam's mind pressed the issue of the dead, all the boys and girls that paid for getting in Dean's way of returning to Sam: Cas, Jo, Adam, Meg-Sam shook his head. He didn't want to remember them, he couldn't. Abruptly, the crowd screamed; the transport was arriving, Dean was here. A terrible thought struck Sam, a thought that had been plaguing him every time he saw Dean on the Screen, fighting fight after fight: That Dean wouldn't want to see Sam, that he would blame Sam, that he thinks Sam wasn't worth it. That it would have been better to leave Sam to his fate.
Before Sam could push the unbearable thought from his mind, the doors opened, and there stood Dean. Dean had no scars from the Arena, the Capital made sure of that, with a face like that they made sure he had no physical disfigurements. But he looked…wrong. He looked battle worn. He looked harder. Sam gasped slightly when he realized that he looked just like dad.
Dean's eyes scanned the crowd, ignoring the chants of his name and screams for his success. Then his gave fell on Sam. It was as if there was no one in the area but themselves. No one else mattered. Dean went from a harden soldier to Sammy's brother in a matter of seconds. Dean's face soften, he smiled. He looked at Sam, the one who had gotten him into this mess, but he looked at Sam with such love, such affection that Sam could feel wetness behind his eyes.
Sam impulsive started forward, pushing desperately trough the throngs of citizens, determined to get to his brother. Dean ran up to him as thought they were bound by a magnetic pull and scooped up his twelve year brother , pulling him into a tight, fierce hug. He could feel Dean's heartbeat against his own and took a shuddering breath.
"It's okay Sammy, it's okay, I'm back, I'm here, we're safe. We're safe." Dean's voice tight with emotion. Sam found himself not caring about the other kids, or where they were from or if they had family, all that mattered was Dean. Dean holding him like he was precious, Sam holding Dean like he was rather die than let go. All that mattered was that they were here, they were together. They were home.
The End