Another day, another morning, another door opened that didn't lead right back to Bumfuck and the hellgate.
Apart from the lack of his brother, Dean was having a pretty good day. There's been pretzels, and soda, and the strongest coffee known to mankind. Okay, knowing this place, maybe not known to mankind, but pretty freaking awesome coffee.
He'd just strolled into the foyer, hands in his pockets, lips pursed to whistle something designed to annoy anyone who heard it, when then familiar voice made him stop in his tracks, stare at the wall for a long heavy heartbeat, and then wheel around. "Sammy?"