I held my breath as one foot fell then the other across the rug. When he passed the middle I lunged at him wrapping my arms as tightly as I could around him.

"Sam.." I said softly against his chest, releasing my pent up breath.

After prying loose from my grip he held me at arms length, his face disapproving. I smirked at his expression.

"Lift the rug. If you ask me how I knew you weren't still Luci's meat suit I didn't, but I figure if you were I'd already be dead."

I arched an eyebrow while he had to check for himself the trap under the entryway rug. That wasn't my only safety net from demons, I'd also removed the doors and windows and custom built the new framing around them. They now sported a framing which contained a unbroken ring of salt. Or squares and rectangles if you wanted to get technical.

"Bobby?" he asked. I nodded, it had been his idea just as a precaution.

"I'm more than happy to see you, but as much as I want to do the whole getting each other up to speed I have company. But stay, we'll talk after they leave. The guest room is the second on your right upstairs, fresh towels are in the closet if you want to clean up."

"Ah, so that's why we're whispering. That sounds good, but let me run out to the car a sec. I brought you something."

Seeing his crooked smile made me bite my lower lip, that smile always made him look goofy in an adorable way.

"Bree?"

Hand on the back door I stopped and turned around.

"It's good to see you again." His smile dimmed then he was out the door.

Explaining to my new friends that I hated to cut tonight short, but an old friend had dropped by and we had a lot of catching up to do. Desi being the observant one caught the subtle look on my face and asked the dreaded 'Cas or Sam' question. Upon hearing Sam's name, Jess as dramatic as ever insisted they must meet him as she'd never met a hero before. We all laughed at that, I laughed because they didn't know he'd saved them also. At the door I promised to grill out tomorrow night and they could meet him. Hugs all around I watched as they crossed the street before heading back inside.

Hearing the shower running upstairs I snagged a bag of huge marshmallows from the pantry, refilled my glass of water and took a seat by the fire pit. I shut my eyes and breathed in the cool night air, the woodsy smell of the fire nearly lulling me to sleep. The sliding glass door closed with a slight whoosh as Sam stepped out freshly showered. Afraid to open my eyes for fear that this day would all prove to be nothing more than a misty concoction my brain had came up with, I opted to keep them shut for now.

"Nice place. You were right, I love it and I'm happy for you Bree." The warmth in his voice made me smile.

A cold wet nosed pressed itself against my hand startling me as my eyes opened in a flash. A black German shepherd cocked its head sideways at me before resting its head on my arm.

"That's Maximus, he's yours. I thought you could use the company." The dogs ears flicked at hearing his name, but his golden eyes stayed on me. Scratching behind one of his ears he awarded me with a puppy smile, or so I told myself.

"He's a retired K-9, shot on the job a few months back. I worked with him some and he's now also a trained hunter, kind of. He knows the smell of sulfur and will let you know if you're in trouble. If the hair on the back of his neck ever stands up call me, night or day."

"Am I in danger?"

"Not that I know of, I just want to make sure you're safe here by yourself."

"Guess now I'm going to have to run to the store and get supplies for this fella."

"Already taken care of. I didn't know where to put it all so I left it by the kitchen island. Couple of bags of food, dishes, toys and his leash. He's micro chipped, but its very unlikely he'll run away."

"Thank you Sam. I love him."

Throwing a stick in his lap I ripped open the bag of marshmallows sticking two on my own little stick. Holding them over the fire until they were as black as charcoal I pondered over what to say.

"How's your brother?"

"Alright I guess."

Plucking the top burnt marshmallow from my stuck I popped it in my mouth, mostly because I didn't know how to respond. If he didn't know how his own brother was that could only mean he hadn't talked to him, and if he hadn't talked to Dean he definitely hadn't paid Bobby a visit. So why hadn't he? Why had he come here?

"I checked in on Dean, and he's trying to have a normal life with Lisa and Ben. I need to give him time. I don't want to pop in on him and have him think we all have to go back to hunting."

"And you don't think if Castiel or another angel sees you they won't go and blow the whistle?"

"Guess I hadn't thought it through. Are you expecting Cas?"

I laughed about choking on my second marshmallow. "Hardly."

"Don't you have a million questions you want to ask me?"

"You're here and you're okay. That's good enough for now. The rest you'll either tell me when you're ready or you won't."

"Thanks." he said leaning over and squeezing my arm. He looked at my second pair of charcoal twins and grimaced. "How can you stand to eat 'em like that?"

"Burnt is all the rage now, didn't ya know?" I looked over at his barely browned triplets. "C'mon, you gotta try it at least once!" Prying the sticky mess from the top of my stick I held it out to him.

He wrinkled his nose at me.

Shrugging I tossed it up in the air and caught it with my teeth. Holding one hand over my mouth I mumbled through the stickiness, "See, it won't kill ya."

Seeing that I wasn't going to break him that easy I got up and took a seat in his lap. His eyebrows arched as high as they could, he knew I had him beat now! Slowly pulling the last of my crispies off the stick I held it in front of his mouth. When he still wouldn't open up I went nose to nose, trying my best evil eye glare. Admitting defeat he opened up and not wasting my chance I pushed my burnt 'mellow in.

"See, that wasn't so bad now." I got up and whistled for Maximus to come inside. "I'm glad you're here Sam."