One year later
Dean sat bleeding in his beautiful Impala. his seat coated in now drying blood. His little brother in the other seat sleeping soundly. Sam had his long limbs curled together laying cramped in the passenger seat.
Dean looked over at his brother his eyes full of tears. Sam had kept his promise. its been exactly a year since Dean drunkenly called Sam to say goodbye. A year later and Dean had what he'd needed most: his brother by his side.
Dean wiped his eyes clearing his vision as he drove. Everything would be okay.
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Sam lied on his side curled up in the passenger seat. He'd woken up abruptly not for any particular reason. Sam sat himself up straight turning his head to look at his brother's bloodshot eyes. Sam shot Dean and big genuine smile. "How're the wounds?" He knew what today was. To his old friends, it was the day Sam Winchester abruptly left his life at Stanford for a brother he'd barely spoken about, but to Sam, it was the day he'd returned to his life.
It felt bittersweet and it probably always would. Sam had saved his brother but in doing so he sacrificed what he'd always wanted. A normal life. But what is normal anyway.
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Dean smiled brightly back at Sam before returning his gaze on the road. "I'm good bleeding has stopped," Dean said letting out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"You should've let ne drive you idiot," Sam said while curling himself back into his seat.
"Only I drive baby, Sam, you know that."
"Only I drive baby," Sam mumbled pretending to be annoyed.
"Come on Sam don't be that way. You know I love you not as much as baby but still." Dean beamed.
"Yeah okay, whatever love you too Jerk."
"Bitch"
This sucks but I wanted to wrap this up.
Sorry, this is awful.