A knock at the door. Sam wondered who it could have been at this hour of the day. He got a gun, holy water even, and hesitated before he opened up the door. His mouth opened up widely as he instantly threw holy water at that, oh, so familiar face. But it did nothing to him. He looked offended. "Well, Sammy, don't you recognize your big brother?", he asked, grinning widely. "Now, c'mere.", he added, opening up his arms widely for a brotherly, but deep down they both knew it was far more, hug. Instantly, the tall man approached, still shocked, his older brother and wrapped his arms around his chest. Then, he murmured at his ear: "I hate you." He felt a soft chuckle near his own ear and then, much more quieter, Dean said: "I love you too, bro." The first time he said it. This was it. He was back from Hell and Sam couldn't be happier.
