So Sam was alive and that was pretty much good enough for Dean. Anything other than that he felt he could totally roll with - or at least pretend he could roll with, which was the next best thing at this point. He'd spotted the kid talking to Peter and from where he'd stood, his brother didn't look like he was real beat-up or missing any arms and legs he might be kinda needing: in other words, he was fine and Dean was relieved in a weird way that at least he was here.

At least he could account for where Sam was. It beat the other two alternatives, which basically ran from Dead Sam to Stepford Sam. Stepford bitch Sam from what he remembered. Yeah, he was shocked too. He had no idea Sam could shoot higher on the bitch scale.

Dean shouldered his duffel bag and headed out.

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