It wasn't everything peachy and alright, after their reunion. Not instantly at least.
They've had kind of a hard time to find together. – At least Sam had.
He loved Dean. – More than everything else on this godforsaken planet. He'd go to hell for Dean. He'd follow him wherever he'd go. But it felt so wrong. Six ways from Sunday wrong.
Because he had been hurting, and was for a long while afterwards. A part of him couldn't possibly forgive Dean for leaving him behind in his misery and grief. A part of him was even hating him.
For Dean, it was crystal-clear that they belonged together, and that there was no way in heaven or hell, they would separate ever again. He'd make sure of it.
He knew he had a dept to pay, and to regain Sam's trust. Not, that Sam made him deliberately feel bad for hiding away from him. – It was about the fact, that Sam wouldn't talk about it - at all.
It may seem, as if Sam didn't care. But in fact, he cared a lot. About everything. About everyone. About DEAN. Foremost about DEAN. – Because it's always been Dean and will always be.
Sam had known – the first time he saw him again, after Dean dying in his arms – that the man he loved was a different one. Well, not completely. He was still Dean. But he was also … darker. Vicious even – towards the creatures they were hunting.
But not towards Sam. Never towards Sam.
Sam didn't mind, that he had a new kind of vibrance, powers. Well, it kind of bothered him, but not because of the reasons someone may thought.
It was because of the cloth. Because of the prophecy …
Dean HAD turned into a hell-bound creature. He had become what Sam had intended to avoid – what the both of them had intended to avoid.
Who would have thought, that bleeding onto the locks of hell, didn't actually mean the devil's door's gate? But those boxes Dean had taken with him to Wyoming …
He had bled on them. He had released hellish creatures from their own little hells – their prisons.
So, there was still the possibility – at least the hunter inside of him was telling him that – that one day Dean'd lead hell's legions against heaven.
On the other hand, Sam couldn't imagine – at all – that Dean would ever do that.
But … there were times, when Sam asked himself, if he was loving Dean too much and was therefore blind for everything regarding Dean Winchester.
Samuel Campbell couldn't bring himself to care though.
They were hunting together. Living together. Fighting together.
And one day – they'd die together.
And if that day may come – they'd find each other again.
No matter where. No matter when. No matter how.
Dean and Sam will always find their way.
Because that's who they are.
Kindred Spirits.
~ The Black Beast ~
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