Sorry it's so short and for such a wait. I was on easter break, and this was all I could write before I went to class!
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Dean and Sam arrived at the house around six. Dean had called ahead, made sure it was ok with Izzie and soon they were walking through the front door.
Sam opted to keep his coat and ear phones while he got the tour of the small apartment. Sam was noticeably stressed; he bounced from foot to foot and kept itching the right side of his face.
"Sam, there is no need to be nervous ok," Dean said, wrapping a reassuring arm around his brother. Sam simply nodded his head, and allowed Dean to lead him to the kitchen where Izzie and the kids were.
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Sam and Dean walked into the room, and the kids instantly became quiet. Isabel came around the counter from where she was finishing dinner and shook Sam's hand. He nodded his head, unable to find his voice.
Isabel whispered to her children to shake their uncle's hands, but they started at him like he was an alien.
"Why's you got that big coat on?" Finn asked.
"Finn!" Isabel scolded, but Sam held up his hand.
"It's ok, Isabel. I…wear it because it's comfortable.
"And the ear phone thingys?" Annie asked.
"I like music," Sam answered quietly. The children seemed satisfied with the answers and made their way to the table, followed by the adults.
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During dinner they engaged in small talk, but Sam rarely said anything. He rocked back and forth slightly, music seeping from his headphones. The only time he really spoke was when he sang the song that was currently holding his attention.
"The nights we…spent apart alone…I need to get back home…to cool, cool, rain…I can't sleep and I lay…and I think…the night is hot and black as ink…oh god…I need a drink…of cool, cool rain…Love…reign over me…" Sam mumbled, as he ate his dinner.
Dean and Isabel looked at each other with looks of concern. Annie and Finn looked at Sam like he had two heads.
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Sam watched his brother interact with his family with care and passion. He was interested in what his children had to say, and how his wife's day had been. He was a good man to them, did right by them…
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After dinner, Sam helped with the dishes with Isabel and Dean while the kids played in the back round.
"I need to go," Sam said, as he finished with the last dish.
"Ok. Sam it was a pleasure meeting you," Isabel said, holding out her hand again, which Sam took.
"Good bye," Sam said, walking to the door with Sam.
"Thanks man, for coming for dinner," Dean said sincerely.
"Yea…yea…" Sam answered distantly. "Dean?"
"Yea Sam."
"You're a good husband. Almost as good as I was…" Sam said with a small, sad smile and walked out the door.
Dean stood there a second, allowing the comment to wash over him, how hard it must have been for Sam to come here tonight. He slowly closed to the door, wondering if he was doing the right thing by his brother.
