After the flash of the spell died away, Dean followed Rowena down the stairs, keeping his face grimly serious. Sam waited at the bottom of the stairs, frantic, scared, desperate.
"Who's the hippie?" Dean asked and watched as Sam's face went through seven phases of disappointed, confused, and broken-hearted.
"What? But – " Sam gestured and sighed and looked about ready to chew iron and spit nails.
"Look at his face, just like that time I ate all your Halloween candy. Remember that?"
Sam tried to pull a bitch face, but the fear and panic threatened to fill his eyes with tears. "Not funny."
Dean laughed but walked past Rowena to get to him. "All right, I'm sorry." He pulled Sam into a hug, "I'm sorry, Sammy. I'm back. I promise. You saved me, I'm back."
Sam grabbed him, hard and desperate and brief. He stood back and scrubbed his hand down his face. "We should burn the bodies, hunh?"
"Let's get to it."
They turned to get started and Sam leaned over to Dean and whispered, "You know I spit in that candy, right?"
He kept walking and Dean stopped dead. "What? But – "