Dean looked Sam over, taking in the dark circles under his eyes, the scruff on his face and the way that the smile looked oddly out of place on his face. If anything, Sam was the one who looked like he had been to hell and back. Not that that seemed strange to Dean, because he could still remember Bobby shoving him into the bathroom to wash his face after Sam had been killed and the stranger's face that greeted him in the mirror. No, time and a bit of looking after would make Sam get back to himself, Dean was certain of it. They were both alive and had all the time in the world, not an hourglass quickly running out of the minutes in a year.
"I'm not going anywhere, Sam," He said, his voice the only traitorous indicator of how much this all effected him. "And neither are you." He smiled too, a wider smile than he had used in some time, because this time the smile was almost carefree. He wasn't a ticking timebomb anymore, he didn't have to worry about what would happen to Sam and his car after he was gone anymore, he could just live and focus on the things that mattered, like his car, his brother, gorgeous women and...
His stomach growled loudly, announcing the fact that Dean had been too wrapped up in trying to hunt down Lilith to eat what he would have chosen for a last meal, and that he had yet to eat after returning as well. He laughed. "God, Sam, it's good to be back."