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Sam knew that eventually he would have to sit down with Dean and find out what had happened to him. He needed to know not only what happened, but what the repercussions would be. They had come to learn that for every action, there was a reaction. And the last time Dean came back, it had brought them to Cas and the Apocalypse. But he also knew that he was going to have to make a choice with Amelia. He was either going to have to tell her who he was, all of who he was, or he was going to have to walk away. And both options had the potential to hurt her. Hell, they both had the potential to hurt him.

"Sammy…?"

It was Dean's voice that brought him back this time, "You alright?"

He could hear the concern there, so he looked up and smiled at his brother, "Yeah, I'm good and it's all real."

He knew that Dean would understand. There were no hallucinations any more but Dean still worried. He always had.

"What's Real?" was Amelia response as she stared at the man she loved. She still has his brothers arm in her hands, though she has finished cleaning the cut. He could only imagine what was going through her head. And how could he blame her. There was a man standing in her kitchen that until a half an hour ago she had believed to be dead, and said man was filthy, bleeding and angry a combination which Sam knew was not going to sit well.

"Nothing, it's a family thing," was Dean's response as she turned her gaze to him. She didn't respond, simply stared at him for a moment, and then went back to work on his arm. He was harder than Sam, always had been. And he had always been more difficult to read. But then, he had spent more time with John. Had been in this life for longer. Remembered more than Sam did. So, Sam could see Dean's need to keep something private. And he wasn't complaining. It was late, and sharing his actual life story didn't seem like the greatest of ideas right now. And Dean didn't appear to be making any fans.

"Hey, if your done looking at my arm, mind if I get cleaned up?"

"No, of course. Let me see if I can get you some of Sam's spare cloths." Amelia's response was forced, and Sam could tell she was angry. And it would seem she wasn't all that fond of his brother. But that was how Dean was, you either loved him, or you hated him. He really didn't have a happy medium. He just was.

"I have some of your cloths in the car Dean." Sam wasn't sure where his voice had actually come from. But he did in fact have Dean's bag in the back seat of the Impala. Amelia had tried to take it out so many times, tried to get rid it but Sam just couldn't seem to through it away. It had been the last bit of Dean he had left.

"You Do?" It was Amelia who had responded. She was fairly certain she would have noticed clothing in the back of the car.

"Yeah. Dean, your packs in the back seat. I know you know where the car is."

Before Amelia could respond, Dean was out of his chair, and out of the house. He returned a moment later with a bag Amelia knew all too well.

Dean smiled at Sam, and the brothers left the kitchen and made their way deeper in to the house. And as Sam listened to the shower turn on he headed back for the kitchen. He needed to talk to Amelia before Dean just crashed in a bed. His brother was here, and there was no way he was leaving. Sam needed to know what happened. He needed to know where this was going. And most importantly, he needed to figure out what Dean being back was going to do to his relationship with Amelia. For Dean, everything was the same. But Sam's life had changed in the last year. It wasn't something that he really wanted to change, and she wasn't someone that he could easily walk away from. But Dean was blood. And with everything that they had been through, Sam knew that no matter what this was something that they were going to have to figure out together.