Dean had just finished packing the Impala and was about to get in the car when he saw a brand new BMW pulled up. It first caught his attention because no one who could afford such an expensive car should be caught dead in a place like this. But after a second it caught his attentions for another reason. He got a look at the driver. It was his brother, or at least he thought it was. He supposed his eyes could be playing tricks on him, but it really looked like Sam.

Dean felt his heart beat faster and faster as the car stopped next to his and the driver got out. It really was him. His brother was back. He was here, just a few feet away.

Dean knew that before anything else he should be sure that it was really Sam and not some thing playing games, but in that moment, he didn't care about what he should do. Instead, he rushed over and threw his arms around his little brother. "Sammy!"

Sam hugged his brother back, just as fiercely. It had been a long time since he'd seen his brother, since he'd watched as he was brutally killed and sent to Hell. It had been even longer for him than it had been for Dean. He needed to feel Dean just as much as Dean needed to feel him.

It was several minutes before Dean pulled away. Without a word, he pulled Sam towards his motel room. He unlocked the door and the two of them walked inside. Once inside, Dean closed and locked the door. Then he took out a silver knife and a container of holy water. He was thinking clearly enough to test his brother now. "I gotta be sure."

"I'd do the same," Sam said before taking the knife and slicing into his hand. He noted silently that it didn't hurt as much as before. He supposed after sixty years of being torn apart over and over again, a simple cut of his palm meant nothing.

Dean nodded and handed him the holy water.

Sam took a swig and gave it back.

Dean relaxed. It was true. It was really him. It wasn't some piece of garbage pretending to be Sam. It was him. "My God, Sammy, I'm so glad you're back."

"That makes two of us," Sam said before sitting down on the bed.

"What the hell were you thinking, man?" Dean asked.

"The same thing you were. I have no regrets, Dean. I did what I had to," Sam said firmly.

"You went to Hell," Dean said.

"So did you," Sam retorted.

"I was doing my job! Protecting you is my responsibility. It's not for you to save me though, especially this way!" Dean said.

"Does this really matter now. It's over," Sam said. He didn't want to fight about something that was done. He had enough fighting he was going to have to do when angels started showing up.

"Is it?" Dean asked. Yeah, Sam was out of Hell, but didn't mean everything was okay. It didn't mean Sam was okay. He'd spend sixty years in Hell. Dean had only spent ten and he wasn't over it.

"I'm fine," Sam said shortly, knowing exactly what his brother was asking.

Dean sighed. From the way his brother answered, he knew he wasn't going to talk about it. Dean couldn't really say anything either. He didn't talk about Hell either. So for the moment, Dean decided to drop it. "So where'd you get the wheels? Neither of us have seen anything that nice up close and personal in our lives. I know you wouldn't steal something in our lives." While they'd had to steal before, they didn't steal something so valuable. If Sam was going to steal a car, it would've been a rundown one.

"Let's just say it's a loaner," Sam said. He certainly had no intentions of keeping it, even if that's what the Trickster had in mind. He didn't even like the help he'd had to take from the guy thus far, as he knew he'd come to collect one day. Sam would not add to that. "So what were you hunting?"

"A vamp next. Ganked every one last night. I just can't believe you're here. I talked to Cas last night and he said there was no news," Dean said.

"Who the hell is Cas?" Sam asked as he stood up. He had a feeling he knew though. Or he was pretty sure he knew what this Cas was anyway.

Before Dean could answer, Castiel appeared right behind Dean.

"Never mind. It seems I'm going to find out now," Sam said tensely as he stared at the uptight looking man in the trench coat behind his brother.

Dean turned to follow his brother's gaze and nearly fell over in surprise by the angel's sudden appearance. "Okay, there has gotta be a way for you to give me some kind of warning that you're coming."

"Hello, Dean," Castiel said simply. His eyes then veered to the younger Winchester, who was staring at him quite intensely. Castiel had learned a lot from observing Dean. He began to tell what he was feeling from his facial expressions. Sam looked similarly to the way Dean did when he was angry. Sam Winchester did not appear to be fond of him.

"Sammy, this is Cas. He's an angel. I know it's pretty freaking hard to believe, but it seems you were right. They're real. Don't let being right once go to your head though," Dean said with a grin.

Sam didn't smile back. His gaze was still directed at the angel. He wished he could tell the bastard where to go. No, he wished he had some holy oil and a lighter so he could light him up. The only thing that stopped him from at least reaming the angel out was that he didn't want to tip his hand. He needed to think it through before he started letting his head get away from him.

Dean quickly noticed his brother's face. "Dude, what's wrong? You're looking at him like he's a demon."

"Your brother is probably skeptical, like you were at first," Castiel said.

Dean wasn't sure that was it. Sam had always believed in angels. Although, he supposed having faith was different than actually seeing it. "Right. Look, Sam, I understand not believing it, especially in our line of work, but it's true, and they just did a good thing for us. They got you out of Hell. So stop looking at Cas like that."

"The hell they did," Sam said coldly.

"Your brother is correct. We did not retrieve his soul. We did feel that he'd been returned though," Castiel said.

Dean turned to him surprised. "Well, if you guys didn't do it, who did?"

"That's why I came. I hoped Sam would tell me," Castiel said.

"You hoped wrong," Sam said bluntly. While he didn't feel he owed the Trickster anything, the man did pull him out of Hell, so he'd extend a courtesy and not sell him out to angels.

"Dude, what's your problem?" Dean asked. He didn't normally see Sam like this. He was acting so cold and pissed. Dean hadn't expected that. When he first learned about angels, he thought about how Sam would react. He thought his brother would be happy and excited to meet an actual angel. But right now, he was acting like Cas was the worst thing they'd ever encountered.

"You think you could leave us alone?" Sam asked the angel sharply.

Castiel was gone within seconds.

"What's wrong with you?" Dean asked.

"You introduced me to a creature I know nothing about. How did you expect me to react?" Sam asked. Of course, he did know a lot about angels, but he wasn't ready to share that with Dean. He wasn't even sure Dean would believe him if he started talking about the apocalypse. Even if he did, he might try to confront his angel friend. Sam didn't want to risk that right now.

"Dude, he's an angel. You've always believed in them. Don't you remember that case we worked where people said an angel was asking people to kill? You were all for it really being an angel, and you were happy about it," Dean reminded him.

"And I was wrong. Look, we don't know what these things are about. For all we know, they're dangerous. All we know is they're not human," Sam said.

"Since when does that matter to you? You never cared about something not being human, as long as they weren't hurting people," Dean said. He was beginning to think something was really wrong with his brother. He knew from the tests that it really was Sam, but he wondered if something changed him in Hell, or right after he got out. Whatever pulled him out might of done something. All Dean knew was that something wasn't right.

"And we don't know that they haven't hurt people. I'm just not gonna start trusting your new friend without knowing anything about him. Now can we get out of here?" Sam asked.

Dean decided to let things drop for now, but he was going to find out what was going on. He'd talk to Bobby about it when they got there. He'd find out what was up and fix it. "Alright, let's head to Bobby's. He'd be pissed if we didn't head over right away.

Sam nodded. He wanted to see Bobby. It had been a really long time. After that, he was going to get to work on eliminating any threat to his family and the world. And he would start with that bitch, Ruby.