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"You're gonna talk to me?" Sam asked, approaching his glaring brother.

"You're an ass." Dean took one of the bottles, shaking his head, taking a deep breath.

"Huh... not really the greeting I wished for." Sam sat down in the grass beside his brother's feet, letting him decide whether he wanted to talk or not.

Huffing Dean sat down beside him. "Okay... you wasn't the one I expected to meet here." or anywhere else.

"I'm sorry Dean... I just... I needed to... clear my head... god... I'm sorry... I'm really sorry... I should have come to you..." Sam let his head fall, looking at his brother through his long bangs. "And I wanted you to have some normal life."

"Sam..." Dean admonished, feeling that the man was leaving out some information.

"I wasn't sure whether you wanted me with you..." Sam blushed.

"You're really an ass." Dean sighed, before he turned to his brother, setting the bottle down in the grass. Sam did the same.

Kneeling down closer by his brother, Dean lifted his hand, moving his fingers close by his brother's cheek, afraid to touch.

"I'm me, Dean... Ask Bobby... he tested me... Castiel did, too." Sam's eyes swam, causing Dean to cup his Sam's cheek into his hand, before he pulled Sam close.

"Of course I want you with me." Dean whispered into his brother's ear. "How could you even think that I didn't want you with me?"

Sam exhaled sharply, moving his head against his brother's collarbone, smiling when he saw the amulet, back on it's place, letting himself be held.

"How did it happen?" Dean asked, one of his hands fisting his brother's hair gently, the other pressing into Sam's back.

Sam smiled into his brother shoulder, both of his hands on Dean's shoulder blades. "Castiel says that is was Jesse Turner... well... I've got..." Sam pulled away, lifting his shirt sleeve. There was a little hand-imprint visible. "...this"

"Okay... then I know who's gonna get your iPod." Dean turned around and looked up into the night sky.

"Well... I came back two weeks ago... Cas brought me to Lisa at first... then here... They had to promise me that they won't tell you... so... don't be mad at them." Sam titled his head, watching his older brother.

"I knew there was something... the night I arrived at Lisa's... there was something... well... someone... you... on the porch." Dean smiled shyly.

"Oh..." Sam hung his head and for a moment they just sat there and drank their beers.

"Why are you fighting demons on your own? Why were you at the... cemetery?" Sam asked. laying down, closing his eyes.

"You're dumb." Dean brushed his hand through Sam's hair, before he patted his brother's cheek, not so gently. "I didn't really fit into the life you picked for me... I wanted to search for clues how to find you without killing myself or making a deal."

"You promised." Sam protested, batting Dean's hand away.

"Yeah... and you are ought to come to me, when you're not in hell." Dean's voice was soft, but he sounded hurt though.

"I'm..." Sam started but he stopped when Dean smiled at him.

"I'm glad that your sorry-ass is back..." The older brother patted Sam's shoulder, leaving his hand there. "But I'm kick your ass when you pull another stunt like this."

"Okay." Sam squirmed, moving closer to the other man, his eyes closed. Dean looked down with affection, squeezing Sam's shoulder tenderly. God... he had missed this kid so much... He couldn't even try to describe how happy he was to have his little brother back.

When Sam cracked his eyes open to look at Dean, the older man could see equal love in Sam's eyes. Somehow they've cheated death pretty often by now... but they couldn't get rid of this brotherhood. Even if they tried. Maybe the secret of love was indeed bigger than the secret of death.

"Uh... it's raining... let's go inside." Dean prodded, trying to stand but was pulled back. "Do you want to get ill?"

"Nah... it's just been a while since we had a summer storm." Sam closed his eyes, smiling up, while the rain wetted his face and clothes.

"I always thought you don't like rain... sugar." Dean teased, settling down again.

"I can enjoy it with good company." Sam confessed sheepishly, bowing his head.

After a while sitting by each other in silence Dean poked at Sam's side, making him meet his eyes. "What do you remember? You know..."

"I don't know... I remember beating you... well... my body beating you..." Sam closed his eyes, his face pained, causing Dean to move closer again, his jeans wet in the grass, a hand steady against his brother's side. "I screamed for Lucifer to stop... and then I remembered why I couldn't let him win... I just knew how to... beat him..." Dean let him talk, watching Sam closely.

"The next thing I know is... pain... plain pain..." Sam admitted. "Then I woke up at the cemetery"

Somehow Dean knew that this was the truth. "I'm glad you don't remember more..."

"Yeah me too..." Sam nodded, opening his eyes again.

"God... princess..." Dean chuckled... feeling relieved. "Let's go inside... I need to call Lisa... I promised to call as soon I find you."

"Okay... I'm gonna take a shower while you're talking with her." Sam announced walking back to the house with his brother, smiling when Dean shoved him gently. Sam of course pushed back, running and leaping back at the house, making the older man laugh, while chasing him.

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"You are okay?" Bobby asked, when the brothers came into the house, panting.

"Better." Dean answered, patting Sam's back. fetching his cell with the other hand. "Go and shower, Sammy."

"Dean... hey... how are you... where are you." Lisa asked when she answered the phone.

"Hey... Lisa... he's back... I have him back... I have..." Dean chuckled. "Sammy's here."

"Oh my... Dean... that's amazing... where are you two?" There was a smile in the woman's voice.

"At Bobby's..." Dean replayed. "Lisa... thanks... for everything."

"I don't know for what you're thanking me... but... you're welcome anyway." Lisa said gently. "Say hello to him..." Dean heard a chuckle on the other end. "Give him a hug."

Dean grinned when she repeated his words.

"I'll call you, Lis... Bye..." Dean smiled.

"Bye..." Lisa's voice was thick with emotions. Good emotions for a change.

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Dean already waited in front of the bathroom when Sam came out, dressed in sweatpants and a shirt.

"Wait for me downstairs." Dean smiled at his grinning brother, before he entered the bathroom.

Time couldn't heal any wounds...

That's just bullshit...

Perhaps they could do it together... healing the other.

"Sammy..." Dean bit the inside of his cheek, touching the amulet around his neck gently, when he saw a goofy looking smiley on the mirror.

With tears of joy in his eyes, he stepped into the shower, realizing that his world was just perfect again.

The cure began.

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