#11—"Midnight Musings"

Dean still hadn't answered Sam's question by the time he crawled into bed beside Lisa that night. When she curled up next to him, and wrapped an arm over his chest, her head on his shoulder, Dean was there with her in body, and yet his mind was elsewhere. His thoughts were on Sam, as they had been so many times the last five years.

"Dean? Honey?" Lisa's soft voice broke into his thoughts. "Thinking about Sam?"

Dean nodded as he ran a hand up and down her arm. "Yeah. That doesn't surprise you, does it?"

"No," she smiled. "What do you plan to do now that he's back?" Years ago, he'd told her the truth about what happened and where Sam was. "What are his plans?"

"I don't know, baby," Dean tipped his head down and kissed her forehead. "I guess that's something we'll have to discuss." Dean knew, though, that Sam's return would bring on some changes...for all of them.

a/n: I know this is longer than 150 words, but I didn't want to trim it. Deal!