[Dean]
In retrospect, the time that Sam had spent in the City seemed to have flown by in the space of a blink. He'd gotten used to hunting on his own, and the best part was, no Lucifer haunting his dreams. It was probably the best thing that could have happened to him after he and Dean had split.
On the other hand, he knew that Dean had lived roughly two years in what was now for Sam an alternate reality. One in which he--Sam--had probably lived as well, and he--Sam--wasn't sure he wanted to know what his other self might have done, left to his own devices.
But he knew he'd rather have all the cards on the table than allow the rift between himself and his brother to remain, yawning, between them.
On the other hand, he knew that Dean had lived roughly two years in what was now for Sam an alternate reality. One in which he--Sam--had probably lived as well, and he--Sam--wasn't sure he wanted to know what his other self might have done, left to his own devices.
But he knew he'd rather have all the cards on the table than allow the rift between himself and his brother to remain, yawning, between them.