Once Again, I Do Not Own Supernatural or Any of its Characters... though I do love Dean

Before he even realized what he was doing, Sam grabbed the flowers that were sitting on the table by the door and threw the water in the man's face. Just because Sam had given up hunting, didn't mean he wasn't prepared. After all, a hunter was always a hunter, so all the water in the house had been blessed. And he was so caught up with what he was doing, and who was standing in front of him, he didn't hear the gasp that came from the hallway behind him.

But Dean just sputtered, and spit the water out of his mouth as he wiped his eyes. "Alright Sam, I know the drill. But you don't have to go looking for any silver, I got it covered."

Dean drew a knife out of his jacket, and rolled up the sleeve of his jacket, and drew the blade along his arm. Sam recognized the blade, and knew in that instant, Dean had already seen and been in his Baby. But as the blood slid down Dean's arm, he looked into Sam's eye and Sam just knew it really was him. That his brother was back. This realization made him miss the curse that slid out of Amelia's mouth. It had been muttered but it had definitely slipped out.

Dean's smile was as big as Sam's, and as he grabbed his brother and pulled him in for a hug. It was then that he noticed the women that stood in the shadows, doing her best to stay out of sight.

"Sammy," Dean said quietly, so that only his brother could here, "There's someone behind you."

Sam pulled away and looked down at his brother before turning, to find that Amelia had in fact, not listened to him and was standing in the shadows, watching the scene before her. How long had she been there, he wondered. But, from the look on her face she had seen most of what had just transpired.

"Sam, who's there?" she said as she stepped in to the light, "And why did you throw water in his face, and then allow him to cut himself with a knife?" She sounded confused, and even a little angry.

"Amelia, this is Dean, my brother."

Dean smiled at her over his brother's shoulder in acknowledgement but that was his only response. She on the other hand, had a puzzled look on her face.

"Your brother ? I thought your brother was dead. And that still doesn't explain why you just let him cut his own arm."

"Not so much sweetheart, but thanks for your concern," Dean said still looking past his brother.

"Really Dean?" was Sam's reply. "I thought you were dead, so why shouldn't she?"

"Prolly cause I'm standing on your front step Sammy. Which reminds me, you gonna let me in?"

"Oh, yeah. Of course." Sam said, and he stepped out from in front of the door and let his brother step into the house. "Where were you Dean?"

"Now that is a long story. One I'm not sure your friend would care to know about. What I can tell you was I was standing just a little too close to Dick and it made for one hell of a year."

"Hell?"

"Not this time Sam. Not this time."

Sam let out a relieved sigh. He had flashes of his time in the cage. Castiel hadn't been able to take it all from him. And in those brief moments when he did remember he was thankful he didn't have the rest. But Dean did. Dean remembered his time in Hell and it wasn't something he liked to talk about. Sam was grateful that Dean hadn't somehow ended up back there. It had been something Sam had dwelled on a lot right after Dean had disappeared. And with Cas gone to, Sam hadn't had anyone to turn to when he started looking for Dean. And then he had hit the damn dog.

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