A/N 1: I honestly have no idea what this is about. But it's set vaguely mid S10

The sky was steel gray when the brothers opened the door and stepped into the evening air. And that's what they were again. Finally. Brothers. And they both knew it.

The wind was warm with still a warning of chill in it as it pushed and pulled around them, tugging the hem of Dean's purple plaid shirt, frilling Sam's hair over the neck of his brown hoodie.

The Impala stood just outside the door and Dean circled her, reaching out but not quite touching the gleaming black metal, looking like it'd been years not days since he'd seen her, and Sam stood watching him.

When Dean was on the other side of the car, he looked at Sam.

"We're gonna be OK, you know that, right?"

Sam shrugged and shook his head. "As long as you're OK, that's all that matters."

"Hey, it's both of us or it's neither of us," Dean said. "That's how it's always been. That's how it'll always be. Us. Got it?"

Sam smiled.

"Got it."

A/N 2: Sorry I've been AWOL. I really haven't been writing anything. It's been a bad summer for a lot of reasons and for no reasons. But - only 8 weeks to the premier and until Torcon. That's something at least.