"Hey, can I talk to you?"

Oh, no that couldn't be good, Dean thought as he turned to face his brother. Sam was carrying a lot of guilt lately after everything his soulless self had done, most of which he still didn't remember because of the wall, and he had needed more chick-flick moments lately.

Trying to get Sam to stay away from the wall was getting increasingly difficult and if he hadn't missed his brother so much while he was in Hell he probably would have said no. But Sam was looking at him with his puppy dog eyes with an expression he hadn't seen on his face in forever and he gave in to his little brother.

"I n-need to tell you something. My Heaven?"

Dean sucked in a breath. He did not want to listen to this. "Sam"... Dean said, praying that Sam would drop it.

"It wasn't really mine. Zachariah, he messed with it. My happiest memories? They all include you. Telling stupid jokes while in the Impala, playing pranks on each other, Christmas when we were kids, and my happiest memory is when you got me from Stanford.

Do you remember what Ash said? That we are soul-"

Soulmates.

"I remember Sammy," Dean said.

That had been a horrible memory for him but he should have realized that Zachariah was manipulating them once more. Both angels and demons had been manipulating them ever since he had come back from Hell. Why would that be any different? And he had thrown away the amulet, had called Sam a monster… He had thought about that every day after Sam had been gone.

"I'm sorry Dean."

"I'm sorry too. You're not a monster. I've never truly thought that."

Sam had tears in his eyes now but he still looked unsure.

"What about the voicemail?" Sam asked, his voice small.

He didn't know what Sam was talking about. The one he had made while stuck in the green room?

"I apologized in that voicemail. I didn't call you a monster. Unless… Zachariah. He must have messed with it. Look Sammy we were both manipulated to start the apocalypse okay. But I want you to know I forgave you. For everything. You're a hero Sammy."

Sam nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks at this point. His tears matched Dean's who had also started crying silently.

"Even what I did soulle-" Dean didn't even let him finish.

"Sam I told you already that wasn't you."

Sam nodded. He thought it was him but Dean's absolution meant a lot.

"I wanted to give this back to you, Dean. It's yours."

Sam took the amulet out of his pocket and handed it to his brother. Dean took the amulet silently and put it around his neck. He was more than grateful for the faith Sam had in him. He didn't really deserve the amulet back.

"Thank you, Sammy," Dean said and pulled his brother into a hug.

After he pulled away he smiled at his brother and still trying to collect himself he said, "You want to watch a movie?" Sam nodded silently smiling back at his brother.

Later on, when Bobby came into the living room of his house he would see Sam and Dean watching a movie with their knees touching and Sam and Dean bickering back and forth. The sight would warm his heart not that anyone else would ever know. Sam and Dean would always forgive each other no matter what.