"We're going home now Sam." Dean helps Sam into the car, he's bruised and bloodied himself, but Sam needs the help. Dean can't believe Sam needs his help sometimes, since the Sasquatch is huge and quite frankly clever - both brains and brawn- but he needs help and hell if Dean isn't going to give it to him. "There, we're in the car man. Gonna take you home." Dean tears up a little because home's a stupid concept. Where the fuck was he going to take Sam? Who was he joking? Home was a romantic fantasy.
Dean drives. Sam's eyes are shut and his body's stiff in the seat beside him. Even though Dean's old cassette was blaring Highway to Hell through the speakers of the Impala there's no movement from the other man. Dean keeps his eyes on the road, both in a sense of focus and distraction. Eventually they pass the boarder into Lawrence, Kansas; they were geographically home. "Time to go home Sammy."
Dean pulls off to the side of the road. There's corn fields close by right off the shoulder of the road. There are cicadas buzzing and it's humid. There's going to be a smell in the impala, but Dean can't bring himself to care, scrubbing the smell out of the upholstery will be welcome anyways.
He opens the passenger door. He supposes that Sam wouldn't be opening very many doors now. Dean lifts his brother up with some trouble. He's heavy, laden with muscle that wasn't there the last time he had to carry him home.
He lays Sam down on the soft foliage of the field. The tall grasses and weeds soften the ground. There's blood, but it's dry now. Sam's mostly clean, but because Dean cleaned him up a bit. "Hey Sammy, we're home. We're going to be okay." Dean pushes Sam's hair out of his face and gives him a brotherly pat on the shoulder. "Really. I wouldn't lie to you, we'll be fine."
They sit in amicable silence for a moment. One of the many between brothers. Dean's awkward in these moments, but realizes that Sam's not going to fix these silences for him anymore. Dean leans over, brushing imaginary dirt off his brother and pulls him into a small hug.
There's a soft flutter of wings and Castiel is a respectable distance from Dean for once. "Is he ready to go?" The angel's voice cuts through the thick night air, his words cut through Dean's heart.
"Yeah Cas. Take him home."
The angel nods, walking over to Sam.
"Are you ready to let him go?"
Dean shakes his head. "I'm not letting go. He's going home. We'll be fine."
"Dean. Don't be… unreasonable." Cas falters in his movements, but crouches to Dean and Sam's level. "Do you… Have anything left to say?"
Dean nods. "Go home Sammy, see you there soon, but I've got things to take care of. Big brother things, so you get it… Bitch."
Castiel touches Sam's forehead, and Sammy's home.
Dean looks up to the stars, to heaven, or where ever the fuck Cas just went.
"You're supposed to say Jerk." Dean frowns, gets up and turns to go back to the impala, but instead sits back down beside the imprint of his brother's body in the grass. There are tears for a moment, but Dean;s never cried in front of Sam, so he wipes them away.
For a moment Dean's home too.
He decides he'll say goodbye in the morning.