Sam had been dead, last time you checked. And that had been about five minutes ago.but now he was alive and looking perfectly fine pacing the living room.

"So it's over? Is yellow-eyes gone? I can't really remember…"

You frown, unsure what was going on yourself.

"Sammy just sit down, it's okay."

You make him sit next to you, eyeing him warily.

"What?"

He asks, rubbing his mouth.

"Is there something on me…?

You open your mouth to respond when the front door crashes open, revealing Dean, panting heavily, green eyes searching wildly over the room until they land on you and Sam. He lets out some sort of choked sob, rushing inside and hugging Sam tightly. You tense up, knowing that he'd definitely done something. And that killed you. You had been heartbroken about Sam's death too, but Dean had…no…hopefully you still had at least ten years with him…

"Dean.."

You whisper, catching his attention. He lets go of a confused Sam and hesitates before nodding towards the back door. You follow him outside, tears filling you big eyes as he shuts the door silently.

"You…"

He starts, swallowing hard.

"You know I had to do it."