lostfamily:
Dean laughed as he spun his daughter in the air throwing her up and catching her at random times. He never imagined he would be this happy in his life and honestly believed nothing could steal this from him. He left behind the only life he knew in favor of a real family, a job he worked, and more importantly, no death. It had been a long while since he last saw Sam or his father and he honestly couldn’t have been happier. He sent Sam Christmas cards and school photos but never imagined that it would come back and bite in him the ass.
Hearing the knock at the door, he put down his daughter and left her with her mother. Jogging to the front of the house, he opened the door with a wide smile, which quickly disappeared as he saw Sam there. Though Sam wasn’t exactly at the door anymore, Dean knew who the lanky male was without much thought. Sure he missed his brother, but he didn’t miss the life that Sam was living. He like the roots that he had put down with his family and quickly walked outside and shut the door, not wanting his wife or daughter to hear or see Sam.
“Sam,” he called. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his mind automatically going to the worst thing he could think of. Something was hunting near his home. Something was after his family. Something was going to rip his family apart. Something was going to ruin his life and there wouldn’t be a damn thing he could do to stop it.
Walking towards Sam, his face furrowed as he looked at Sam, waiting for an explanation. “Is everything okay?”
To think he could roll up back into Dean’s life was a mere hope but Sam should’ve known better. His brother didn’t want to be a hunter nor anything to do with Sam whilst he was in the life. He couldn’t blame Dean for walking away. The hunting life was lonely and dangerous. As Sam reached for the impala handle, he heard his name being called out by a familiar voice. A gulp followed. He turned around to see his brother walking up. He was graciously aged and healthy just as the pictures he received but the lines in his forehead told Sam exactly what he needed to know. Dean’s expression was concerning but had that been in a caring way or because Sam had invaded his safety bubble. A threat to his new life?
He wasn’t sure he could say outright what his purpose for being there. Mostly out of fear of rejecting his request for help. Sam needed his brother now more than ever but needed to plan appropriately.
Sam struggled to find his words. “H-hey Dean.” He forced a smile, awkwardly trying to figure out where his hands should go as they didn’t sit right at his sides so instead his slipped them into his pockets. Should he have hugged Dean? Did he sound happy enough? What was Dean currently thinking. “What? A guy can’t come visiting his older brother?” A low chuckle followed.
“I, uh, I was working a case nearby...” His voice trailed, trying to come up with a good reason for being around. “A kitsune but all sorted. So I thought why not drop by? See how you’re doing.” And whilst it wasn’t the complete truth, there was honesty in his words. Sam wanted to know how Dean had been for a long time. What would life have been like if they both stopped? “I couldn’t quite picture the way you’d explain the neighbourhood but now I’m seeing it, I get what you mean.” He laughed again, hoping it was easing the awkwardness between them.
Although there were more important matters at hand with their family, Sam planned to spend some time getting to know his brother. No hunter talk. Hopefully no danger around them. Just two brothers, bonding. At least he hoped.
