"So you're telling me that you aren't Sam. I mean not my Sam at least, and that you are from the future?" Dean asked, trying to make sense what I'd told him just now.
"Well, Dean, I'm still your Sam-" Sam started to say.
"But you aren't!" Dean cut him off and immediately realized his mistake. Dean hadn't meant to say that Sam wasn't his brother anymore; he'd simply wanted to say that this wasn't the Sam from the present. This was Sammy from the future. But past, present or future, Dean still knew his brother better than he knew himself and could still read him like an open book.
So he knew that Sam had taken his words the wrong way. He could see the glare that Sam passed him and also the hurt that he hid underneath that vicious look.
"Yeah, I guess you're right…" Sam trailed off and suddenly seemed deep in thought.
Sighing deeply, Dean rolled his eyes at his dramatic brother and nudged him, "Sammy, you're still my brother, of course. I just meant that you weren't my-I mean, Sam from the present."
Sam nodded his head slightly but still didn't seem to register what Dean was saying completely.
"Hey!" Dean exclaimed, snapping his fingers in front of his brother, "You're still a little bitch, ya hear me, Sam?"
His brother finally smiled as he nodded his head, now understanding it, "Yeah, I hear you, jerk."
That was how Dean knew that no matter what had happened, this was still his Sam and that they were going to be alright.
A/N: Alright so I decided to give you guys a little teaser leading up to the next chapter and some proof that I've finally begun writing it. Enjoy!