He stood in the street, silently watching his brother eating a family dinner. Under any other circumstances Sam would have laughed at himself for that thought, Winchesters were not known for their traditional family dinners, just the fact that Dean was sitting at a kitchen table could be considered odd.
Dean looked ok, better than he had when Sam had last seen him. Sitting on the grass, the Impala the only thing keeping him upright, his face almost unrecognizable it was so swollen and bruised. A shutter ran up his spin, he had done that. It was his hands that had slowly tried to beat his brother to death. It had been Lucifer in control but he could still feel the way Dean's face felt under his fists.
He pushed that thought out of his mind, turning back to the present scene. Yeah, Dean looked healthy but Sam could not honestly say that his brother was fine. Even from outside, he could see that Dean was barely holding it together. There were dark circles under his eyes and he looked as if someone had drained his will to live.
That will change in time. Dean was broken after Dad died but he was able to move on. He will do the same now. Sam tried to convince himself. He had pushed Dean to leave hunting and despite the fact that he now found himself back, he still felt that this new life would be a good change for his brother.
So, for Dean's benefit Sam was going to leave, let him go on with a life full of soccer games and family dinners. Well, he would leave if he could make himself walk away from the window. Sam just needed to feel close to his brother, after all it had been Dean that had allowed Sam to break through and push the devil back. Despite all their arguments and fights, when Sam had needed his brother, he had been there even when it risked his own life.
Sam took one last look at his brother; fighting back the tears that had just sprang to his eyes. "Goodbye Dean, I'm going to miss you man," he said quietly. Sam turned away from the window and quickly made his way down the road, before he lost his nerve and started pounding on the door calling for his older brother.
A lone silent figure crept out of the shadows, cautiously watches the receding silhouette of Sam Winchester. Once certain that he will not turn back, the figure turned their attention to the man at the kitchen table, all the while the threads of a plan being weaved together silently.