As per their old agreement Dean cooked the meal, Sam was the one to do the dishes. Once they finished eating Sam got up and took the dishes, going to the sink. Johnny almost immediately jumped up to help her, gathering the rest of the dishes from the stove and watching what she did.
Dean watched her show Johnny how to dry the dishes she had washed, giving him a small hand towel to use. He watched her smile at him and how he smiled back at her.
Dean got up and walked over to Sam. She glanced at him over her shoulder questioningly but didn't stop washing.
Wordlessly Dean reached out for her, wrapping his arms around her tightly. Sam stopped washing the dishes and let them slide back down into the sink. Her hands came up to hold onto his and Dean moved his fingers enough to grip at her.
Sam let him pull her body to him, pressing them flush together, tilting her head back so that it could lay down on his shoulder.
Dean just held onto her, breathing her in, simply savoring the feeling of her in his arms and her scent surrounding him.
The bunker had been lonely and cold without her, a pressure that pushed down on him more and more to the point that he couldn't breathe.
And now she was back, now she was here again.
And he could breathe again.
"I've missed you." he whispered into her cheek, eyes closed as he just held her.
"I'm here." Sam told him, holding onto him for a moment longer before she pulled away enough to be able to hug him properly. "I'm here."
He could feel Johnny staring at them but for a moment he didn't care, he just wanted to feel his sister in his arms again, have the ability to just know that she was alive and she was okay and she was here where she belonged.
After what felt like an eternity Dean loosened his grip and stepped away enough for her to turn back to the sink and finish washing the dishes, handing them to Johnny to dry who did so without saying a word.
"Now that that's out of the way." Sam said, turning the sink off and drying off her hands. "Now, let's talk about mom."
"Sam." Dean said with a sigh, running his fingers through his short hair. "I don't think we can really talk about mom."
Sam shot him a confused look. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, I don't think she's alive anymore." Dean told her, watching hurt flicker over her face. "She's trapped in another universe, a bad one, with Lucifer, and-"
Whatever else he was about to say about mom stopped immediately because at the mere mention of Lucifer's name made Sam go white and her legs shake, her hand coming out to grip at the wall for support.
"Sam?" he asked, shooting forward to hold onto his sister at the same time Johnny reached for her saying, "Mom?"
Sam closed her eyes and forced herself to take a deep breath before she straightened up once more. "I'm fine, I'm okay." she tried to reassure them with a shaky smile. "I'm okay."
"No, you're not." Dean told her, taking her by the arm gently and moving to sit her down at the table. "C'mon Sam, you just got back to life and the last time you were alive…" he hesitated but then continued. "You weren't exactly in the best condition."
"Dean, I'm fine." Sam repeated. Johnny went to the refrigerator to get her a cold water bottle and she smiled at him when he handed it to her. "Thank you sweetie, I'm okay."
"Mom." Johnny said, looking lost for a few moments. "I...I remember those times too. I remember...being in you and I could hear everything and...I remember him too."
"I remember him hurting you, and I remember what he said he was going to do to you, I didn't understand it but...I could feel you. Feel how you were reacting to it and I knew that...it was bad." he continued. "He-"
"Stop." Sam told him, eyes closing once more. "You don't need to keep talking about it, I was there. I remember."
"All the more reason to just...keep it easy, lay low for a bit and recover." Dean told her, coming closer to her and reaching to take her hand in his. Johnny glanced at the movement and then did the same, taking her other hand.
"Even if we could do something, we don't know how to get to the other universe." Dean continued. "So regardless, we need to relax and you need to recover, notihngs going to get done anytime soon."
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