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Epilogue

Dean settled back in the lopsided old recliner in Bobby's living room, plopped his unfinished bag of popcorn on the end table, and watched his younger brother sleep soundly on the too-short couch. Sam's long, gangly legs hung over one of the sofa's arms and his head was propped on an old pillow that rested on the other end of the couch. Sam shifted in his sleep, his face scrunching up in the beginning of a nightmare.

Ignoring the bruises that still ached a bit and the sling that rubbed on the back of his neck, Dean rose from the chair and crossed to the couch. He placed a gentle hand on Sam's shoulder and squeezed.

Sam's eyes shot open and he blinked blearily up at his brother. "Hmmm…wha….?" he murmured.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," Dean prodded. "You were having a dream." He hated disturbing his little brother's sleep, but that was better than allowing the kid to suffer through a nightmare.

Sam sat up and scrubbed a hand over his face before reaching up to smooth the soft brown hair that was slowly growing back. "How long was I out?" he asked around a yawn.

"Maybe an hour," Dean replied as he used his good hand to fidget with the sling.

"Dude, leave that thing alone," Sam fussed, swatting his brother's hand away from the strap that secured Dean's arm close to his body.

"It's cutting through my neck," Dean whined as he carefully situated himself back in the recliner and fussed once more with the sling.

Sam heaved a sigh and stood, stretching the kinks of out his muscles before moving to his brother's chair and adjusting the sling so it fell on top of the collar of his Dean's shirt. "Better?" he asked.

Dean gave a quick nod. "Thanks, Sammy." He squirmed restlessly in the chair and reached for the remote. "You know, we've gotta find us a hunt soon. The walls of this house are closing in on me."

"No way!" Sam protested. "Not until your shoulder heals at least."

Dean grabbed a handful of popcorn from the unfinished bag on the table next to the chair and launched it at his brother.

"Hey!" Sam huffed as he side-stepped the soft white kernels while tossing a smirk at his older brother. He actually couldn't wait for Dean to heal so that they could get back to hunting. Saving people, hunting things – the family business – and that meant having Dean's back. Knowing that Dean wanted him at his side was a soothing balm to Sam's weary soul. With a playful grin, he snatched some popcorn from the floor and hurled it back at his brother.

"Hey, no fair! I'm an invalid!" Dean growled.

"Would you two idjits stop trashing my house?" Bobby yelled from the kitchen. "The two of you are going to drive me nuts if you can't get back to hunting soon."

Dean pressed his lips together in an attempt not to laugh as he caught his brother's eye. His body was healing and the wall protecting Sammy's mind was still in place. Soon they could get back on the road and life would resume its normal pace. He grabbed another handful of popcorn and launched it at Sam who once again side-stepped the attack.

"Dean Winchester!" Bobby growled from the doorway. "I'm gonna tan your hide if you don't stop tormenting your brother and destroying my house." The hunter turned his eyes toward Sam. "And you," he growled, pointing at the younger Winchester, "stopping egging him on. I swear, it's like living with children."

Dean rolled his eyes and smirked at his brother. It felt good to know that things were getting back to normal.

Bobby grumbled under his breath as he returned to the kitchen. The Winchester brothers just looked at one another and grinned.

The End