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Dean laughed as he was hugged, wrapping both arms tightly around his brother, eyes squeezing shut. Sam was okay, that much he knew just from the hug. Everything else didn't matter, really.
Feeling his hand being moved, Dean patted his fingertips against Sam's face lightly, then felt him nod hard. "Good. I swear, I could kick your ass for getting killed like that, Sam."
He felt the poke and nodded slightly. "I'm fine. Just this bloody nose," he answered, tilting his head back a little.