Sam rubbed at his forehead wondering why he was recently experiencing this feeling of impending doom.
He should be on top of the world now that Chuck had been defeated, downsized to a 'mere' human like the rest of them. Yet the sensation lingered.
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Automatically, Sam's gaze was drawn toward Dean who had just strolled into the room. His brother looked younger somehow, the once lines of worry on his face smoothed over as if by magic.
A smile appeared on Sam's face.
Perhaps for the first time in his life, Dean was genuinely happy.
With Chuck gone, their lives were their own. No longer puppets forced to dance to a god who'd become twisted and egotistical.
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Dean must have caught Sam's fond look for he grinned. "I forgot how sappy you look when you go all emo, dude. But I'm going to let it pass this time. I'm feeling kind of sentimental myself now that the Winchesters have busted God's ass."
Their eyes met, and for a moment it seemed all the suffering, hardship, and pain of the past years flashed by like a black and white movie leaving them both with a sensation of euphoria at the memory of all they'd accomplished together.
"We did good, Sammy,' Dean managed to eke out despite the rush of emotion that gripped him, stepping forward to place a hand on Sam's shoulder, giving it a squeeze, "Real good."
But the sensation of uneasiness that Sam had experienced made itself felt once more and he placed his hand over Dean's, promising himself that whoever tried to hurt his big brother would feel Sam's unholy wrath!