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This is the end! Thanks to all who read! I hope you enjoyed the journey. I'm going to post another one shot that can go with this one but I wanted to end this one shot series on a good note. So the other will be posted separately but it's only going to be one and I'm not going to continue this Supernatural. More will be up though so stay tuned!
They Should Worry, I Taught You Well
Dean's paint and blood smeared work boots thudded against the cracked dusty hard wood flooring that desperately needed a polishing. He was nervous. Dean had succeeded in getting Sam's soul back but he would be the same? Dean almost didn't want to get his hopes up, but he couldn't help it. He hoped. He hoped that when Sam woke up they could pick up right where they left off, in each other's arms the night before they knew it was their last. Dean counted the seconds until his Sammy woke up. He did the only thing he could in a situation like this. He paced. And paced. And paced. Dean was equal parts anxious and excited. He could feel it eat at his nerves and almost jumped out of his skin when he heard his Sasquatch of a brother's hooves pound down the hall. Dean tensed at the sight of Sam. He looked like he had before, tall and in shape with the same shaggy hair that Dean loved to run his hands through. Yet he was different. Dean noticed the look in Sam's eyes; they were back to the shining liquid pools of emerald that on several accounts Dean could have sworn he drowned in. He could see Sam's soul in his eyes. Dean thought the famous saying was appropriate in this situation.
Sam scratched his head and looked up. He saw Bobby first. His eyes lit up, Sam was with his family again. He wrapped his pseudo father in an incredibly strong hug. Dean didn't care that this called for all the lovey dovey crap that he gave everyone else shit for, he wanted to join in. So when Sam turned to him they were both surprised when neither moved. They both stared at the other. Unbelieving that they got another chance to do it right this time. Sensing they needed a moment Bobby silently excused himself. Neither knew who made the move first but soon they were tangled around the other. Both breathing in their distinct secents and touching whatever part they could reach, mostly sticking to hair and the other's faces. They molded their bodies so close they couldn't tell where one began and the other ended. When they pulled apart enough to look at each other, to make sure they were both really there and together, they sighed in relief.
"I missed you so much Dean. I love you." Sam smiled through wet eyes and so did Dean. As much as he didn't want to admit it Dean was worried that Sam wouldn't want him the same way anymore. Relief started at his heart and flooded through his system, ending at his eyes, making them water with the sweetness of this moment that Dean would never forget.
"Me too, baby boy. Me too." Dean touched his lips to Sam's and they both sighed. Feeling like they had finally let go of a breath they had been holding in for over a year.