Former house of Winchesters, Lawrence, KS

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Sam Winchester has totally been around for a few days, really. In those few days, he's met his sister who isn't HIS sister, met Faith (who is more than enough of an event in and of herself), returned to his childhood home and been forced to resign himself to the fact that he's probably not going to see his brother again, ever.

Is it any wonder he's sitting on the porch of the aforementioned house with his head in his hands, wondering what the Hell happened to his life?

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Dawn is just breaking when Faith's car rolls back down the street, purring softly.

Inside it, Dean practically has his nose glued to the windscreen, not caring what his companion thinks. Sammy could be here. Sammy could be here.

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Sam, hearing Faith's car, glances up.

And freezes, seeing who she's got in her passenger seat.

Can't be. It can't be. There's no way.

His luck has never been that good. Never.

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The car hasn't even come to a stop before Dean's hurling himself out of it, vaulting the gate and flinging himself up the drive like the goddamn hellhounds are still after him.

"Sammy!" His voice is rougher than usual. "Sammy. Fuck."

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Sam's heart is pounding.

"Dean?"

He stands, slowly, in shock, unable to believe his eyes.

"When...how....where......Dean?"

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"Sammy."

He can't stand still and be in shock when he's getting a Very Manly hug, complete with, eventually, the noogie that comes when Dean remembers to be Manly and not just to be quietly thanking every deity out there that his little brother's alive.

"Fuck. How th'hell'd you escape Lilith?"

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Oh, no, Dean is not getting away from Sam that easily.

Because he's so warm, so real, and Sam can feel his heartbeat.

Ergo, more cling. Deal with it, Dean.

"You're really here. Shit the fucking bed, you're really...how?"

Sam, right now, is somewhere between 'Broken Record' and 'Limpet.' Normal service will resume later.

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Secretly, Dean doesn't mind.

"Fucked if I know, Sammy. One minute, hellhounds; next, New York. But it's okay. It's me. I'm here."

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"Dean. God. It's really you. God."

There's a beat, and then Sam smiles slightly against his brother's skin.

"I didn't escape Lilith. I killed her."

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"Jesus."

Dean's voice is almost awed.

And then it's irritated, even if he's still clutching Sam and half-laughing.

"...couldn't've fucking done it ten minutes earlier?"

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"Powers came back active," Sam explains, quietly. "I think it was...all the emotion, you know. Thinking I'd lost you."

Pause.

"Hers didn't work on me. She wasn't so lucky in regards to mine."

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"You saw -- thought I?"

Dean shakes his head, shutting his eyes for a moment.

"Well, shit. That'd probably do it."

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"Yeah. I was...when I came here I was making a pyre. Me and Bobby."

Beat.

"Hell. Bobby's gonna think I cut and ran on him, or something."

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"So in your world, I actually ..."

Dean shakes his head again, running his fingers through short, spiky hair.

"So -- technically I'm ...?"

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"No."

Sam is firm on this point.

"You're not...you can't be. It doesn't work like that."

And if it can HE DOES NOT WANT TO KNOW.

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"You know what, forgive me if I don't just take y'word on that," Dean grumbles, but it's hard to grumble when Sammy's here and killed Lilith, damn, kid did good.

"Well ... a'ight, so what now?"

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"Well, I guess...first, you meet Dianne. She's uh. Interesting."

Very long pause.

"She's kind of like our sister. Uh. Except in her world, I guess...well. She's kind of. You."

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Dean gives him a Look.

River Tam would be proud.

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"Dude, I know it's weird." Sam shrugs. "But she calls me bitch. And hits harder than you do."

Pause.

"I had it coming."

And there's the Sammy-smile.

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"So you met some chick who thinks she's me, and all she had t'do was hit you and point out that you're a bitch?"

Dean smirks.

"That's vergin' on desperate, Sammy."

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Sam rolls his eyes.

"Dean, try not to be an ass to the girl, okay? She's from...before you came and got me at school. And she's probably never gonna see HER Sam again, or have the chance we had to fix things. So lay off her, will you?"

Somebody's already protective.

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"Yeah, righ--"

Dean blinks, and peers at him. Then he lifts a fist to knock on Sam's head and cups his ear towards the imaginary echoes.

"-- you're serious?"

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"Perfectly," Sam says, flatly. "She's even got your eyes. And she kinda looks like...well. Like Mom."

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"Huh."

Dean considers this thoughtfully. It's obviously very interesting.

"... Does me-as-a-girl have a great rack?" he asks, hiding a smirk. "This is important, Sammy, it's for science."

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"..........dude. She's our -sister-."

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"Says you." Dean raises an eyebrow, amused.