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Sam was brought out of his own head by Amelia's voice, "Dean, it's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you. But can I ask why you knocked on our door at 11:00 at night?"
Dean brought his attention from Sam, back to Amelia, he thought that was the name Sam had used, and replied, "Because, when I found out where Sam was, I started this way. And I just got here. Sam's my little brother, and it's been a year. Sorry I didn't wait till the timing was better for you."
Before Amelia could respond, Sam voiced the question that had popped in to his head, "How did you find me Dean?"
"I traced your cell. I know you Sammy, it wasn't all that hard."
His cell phone. That's how Dean had found him last time to. Only last time, Sam had used some ridiculous alias. This time, he had used his real first name, and Bobby's last. It had seemed like a fitting tribute at the time, and the way Sam had seen it, a way to stay under the radar. They were always using strange names, maybe something so obvious wouldn't pop up on any crazies radar. And it had seemed to work. He hadn't been bothered in the year he had been here. His life had taken on the appearance of normalcy.
"You traced his cell phone? And it took you a year to find him? And your still bleeding let me look at that." She came forward and grabbed his arm, as Dean gave her a questioning look.
"Yeah, I traced his cell phone, Yesterday. Before that, I wasn't exactly in an area that was known for its reception."
At the last portion of his statement, Dean's tone had dripped with sarcasm and Sam knew that whatever had happened to him wasn't something he wanted to talk about. But Amelia hadn't picked up on that. She didn't know Dean the way that Sam did. So she simply looked up at him as she finished cleaning the blood off of his arm and replied back with anger lacing her voice, "Sam has been morning your loss for a year. A Year! He thought you were dead, and it was tearing him up inside. I know that kind of pain, and it wasn't fair of you to do that to him. What on earth could have been more important than your brother?"
Dean just stared at her. It was obvious she cared about Sam, but his temper got the better of him. So he looked her dead in the eye as he spit back is retort, "Don't you lecture me about my brother. He's all I have in this world, and if I could have been there for him. I would have. If I could have taken his pain, I would have. And don't you think for even a minute that I wasn't just as worried about him as he's been about me. I thought about him every day. About making it out of the death trap I ended up in, and seeing the only family I have left." He turned to Sam then, "You hear me Sammy? I did everything I could to get back to you. I didn't leave you."
"I know Dean."
Sam's voice was so quiet Amelia had strained to hear what he said, but Dean had heard. His posture had relaxed. The tension that had been in the arm that she was trying to patch up had all but vanished.
Sam could tell that while his response had its desired effect on Dean, and his brother had taken down his defensive wall, Amelia's had gone up. She didn't know anything about them. About their relationship. About what they did. It was then, that Sam realized that he was in many ways a stranger to her. She didn't know his last name, or his home town. He hadn't told her about Bobby, Cas, Ellen or Jo. He had never mentioned Ruby, Lilith or Lucifer. And yet here she was, bandaging the cut on his brother's arm, and trying so hard to not be angry at the changes that had already been thrown at her. His brother was alive. Which, in Sam's mind meant that Cas was still alive as well. And this was the best news that he had received in a long time. But it also meant that everything was going to change.