Hit The Ground Running
The cabin was quiet as Sam cautiously stepped inside. His hand hovered over the demon blade hooked to his side, as he scanned the dusty forgotten room. Webs and dust buried everything within eye sight. Items were scattered and broken along the walls and floor, discarded like a child's toy that no longer held an interest. Along with dust and webs, scorch marks occupied the room and furniture as well. To anyone, this would just be a forgotten, burnt memory.
To Sam, this was home to a case.
Although Dean had been blown up to where ever the Hell he was blown to. (Sam, hoping it wasn't actually Hell) Sam continued to hunt.
It was difficult at times...without his brother. Sam sometimes thought it'd just be best to throw in the towel and try for a normal, white picket fence life. But with how hard it had been for Dean to cope alone, and actually settle. Sam didn't want the struggle..or even the memories.
So, with what his Father, Brother, and Bobby had taught him. Sam continued the family business. Occasionally using help from others, others usually being quirky Garth...
Sure he wasn't walking into an ambush, Sam turned to close the door. As his hand gripped the web covered door knob, he was suddenly grabbed tightly by the arms and slammed into said door. It banged shut loudly, kicking up dust and creaked under his weight as he began to struggle with his attacker.
Jumping into fight mode, he quickly reached for the blade. His hand was quickly slapped away and the blade was taken by the other. Glancing back to see who held him, he cried out as he was splashed by borax and then pelted with salt.
Spitting, he glared with blurring eyes. "I'm not the enemy!"
His attacker said nothing, taking his arm tightly and turning him. Before Sam could say anything, he was slammed back into the door. It creaked louder and he wondered how much longer it'd hold him before sending him tumbling.
When he finally got clear vision..he gasped at the person before him. "D..Dean!?"
Ignoring the man, Dean took the younger hunters hand and quickly sliced the blade across his palm. Sam only watched with questioning eyes and a gaped mouth. When Dean looked up to meet his gaze, Sam narrowed his. "...Shouldn't we be doing this to you first?"
Dean smiled wrapping Sam's hand with a small cloth. "That's my boy, Sammy..." He flipped the blade and held it out in front of him.
Sam took it with a soft smile, then proceeded to test his brother just the same. When all was said and done, he took the shorter man tight in his arms and held him as if his life depended on it.
"Where were you...?"
"One guess Sammy.."
Pulling back, he gripped Dean's shoulders softly. Not quite ready to let him go. "For a whole year!?"
Dean diverted his gaze to the side, raising a brow. "Was it only a year?" He smiled bitterly. "..Seemed longer."
"What was it like? Was..was Dick there with you!? Did you fight anymore Leviathan?" Question after question seemed to flow from the man without stop. It wasn't every day your brother got sent to Purgatory then spit out, so you've gotta take the opportunity when it's ripe for the picking. "..Castiel, was he..?" The question slowed, Sam knowing how sensitive the topic was for Dean. Dean may not speak of his feelings, but Sam knew how his brother felt about those who had back stabbed him.
Figuratively and literally.
Even if it was years ago.
As his brother spit question after question at him, Dean could only smile and observe. He hadn't seen his little brother in a year and that year had done a number. So instead of listening, he mentally took pictures of all the changes he saw and even the weight he put on.
At the mention of the Angel though, Dean's posture changed...and he was all ears. He tensed, fists balling up and eyes growing hard. He softly shook his head, yet also gave a nod as he avoided Sam's hurt gaze.
Knowing he'd get no vocal confirmation but feeling the way his brother tensed under him, Sam gripped his shoulders reassuringly, then pulled away. He suddenly blinked, eying his brother suspiciously. "Hey...How'd you know I'd be here anyway?"
Dean smiled brightly and eyed his brother like he just won an award and wanted to be praised.
"Who do you think made that report?" He clicked his tongue winking. "Come on Sammy, forget your big brother's voice already!?" Smacking his brother on the arm, he stepped past him and headed out the door. "Nice entrance by the way, although, you probably should be a little more cautious...I could have busted something other than that door."
Gazing after him, Sam noted the hop in his brother's step.
At the excitement in his voice, Sam burst out laughing and quickly followed.
As soon as the boys stepped into Sam's hotel room, Dean snatched up his laptop from the table and held it out to his brother with a wide grin.
Sam took it, chuckling softly. He nodded towards the second bed that stood a foot from his. "Don't you want to rest up? You've been fighting monsters for a year!" Although his brother had no longer been around, it wasn't right to only book a room with just one bed.
It felt far less lonely thinking Dean was just in the bathroom, then gone forever.
Instead of heading right for bed, Dean choose to catch up with the fridge. Head nearly buried inside, his voice came out muffled as he snapped his fingers at his brother. "Get to stepping, Sammy! ...I need to slash at something other than a Vampire for once..."
With a soft sigh occupied with a soft smile, Sam sat down and did just that.
Minutes later, while Dean was leaning against the counter. Crumbs of a now devoured sandwich covering his shirt and a beer bottle glued to his lips. Sam was typing quietly away at his laptop, smiling and rolling his eyes at the hungry noises his brother made.
"So get this, apparently there's a guy going around stalking and killing people."
Behind him, Dean lowered his beer with a look of disgust. "Uh oh, pedo alert."
Sam chuckled softly. "Not exactly...Welcome back dirty birdy!"
Dean blinked, then looked as Sam sat back to allow him to see the laptop screen. He raised his brow, blinking. "..Slender?"
"There's a bunch of forums about it. People saying he's a lore from the internet come to life!" Sam shrugged, looking through a few posts. "Creepypasta they called it..." He scrolled past a few then stopped. As he leaned towards the screen to read, Dean tilted his head to keep looking. "In this one...they share their experiences..." Sam sat back with a huff, raising his eyes to the roof. "..and then turn up dead.." Rolling them, he stopped his gaze on Dean who furrowed his brows.
"So..this guy, kidnaps people...then kills them?" Sam replied with a nod. "..How the hell are there stories then!?"
Sam returned to the computer, motioning his brother to step up. "You got me...but looks like mr. anonymous actually got a picture of Slender, or as he's originally called, Slenderman."
Stepping up, Dean hovered over Sam as he put one hand on the back of his chair and the other on the table beside his own.
When he settled, Sam double clicked on a link that opened a picture.
As it took over the screen, Dean jerked back and his vision darkened.