Dean didn't care, and hugged his brother back, as tight as he could. It was weird - he didn't even know he'd been gone, so why did he feel like he'd been away? - but he could tell that Sam had been worried just by how deeply his forehead was lined.
He clapped his brother on the back. "Y'okay? Find me all right?" Once he was satisfied that Sam was okay, he moved past him to inspect the car.
"Huh. She's even waxed okay." He stroked the hood, cooing under his breath. "Did Uncle Sammy take care of you, babygirl? Daddy's home."