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Family Reunion - Winchester Style (Which means rated PG-13 for language)

The directions Castiel had sent him down into the City, but Sam came out on the opposite side from where the house apparently was. Which led to no little bit of grumbling from him and various curses aimed at GLaDoS. He didn't even know how much time he'd lost, only knew it was enough for Dean to have gotten back on his feet.

Eventually, though, he did make it to the house, pausing a moment to just stare. It seemed so...normal in comparison to the other places in the City. But it was only a moment, though, before he ran up the front steps, pushing the door open and he was the one looking out of place, still in his X-Wing flight suit. He hadn't been kidding when he'd said he was snatched almost straight from the cockpit.

"Cas?" he called out, since it was Cas who had messaged him. "Dean?"

Anybody?

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"Sam." Cas poked his head out of the room that was the kitchen. His eyes quickly ran over Sam.

"It is good too see you ... in one piece."

It had been long enough since the battle that Cas' own injuries had a good start on healing. There were half-healed scrapes on his bare forearms, and elbows, a couple marks from cuts on his face, and the ugly green-yellow-purple of a large healing bruise on his forehead. His had what looked like soap bubbles on his hands, and a rag clutched in one hand. Obviously, he had been in the middle of cleaning something. From the still-dingy state of the house, it clearly needed it.

A certain amount of tenseness in Sam's shoulders eased when he saw Cas. Okay, yeah, he'd obviously been through a few scrapes, but he was there and okay and that was what mattered. "Pretty glad to be in one piece, too," he agreed, looking Castiel over again before raising an eyebrow at the bubbles.

Cas followed Sam's gaze down to his hands. "Oh. We're, uh, cleaning," he told Sam with a lopsided attempt at a smile.

"Well, it could probably use it." Just because pretty much everything in the City needed it. "I'll help as soon as I have the flight suit off and find Dean." Because that was the big thing for him: find Dean. As long as Dean was all right, he'd get through anything else.

Dean was upstairs and securing something for the time being. If the little guy wasn't squirming so much. Finally he closed the door to their bedroom, and hurried downstairs when he heard a familar voice.

Sam.

All that mattered, get to Sam. He was still recovering. At least his breathing was back to normal, enough for practice. Same with his legs and arms. The numerous bruises were mostly healed, and the cuts were down to fading scars. Physically he was better. The rest? Uh he's been rocked by some revelations.

"Sam?"

Likely Sam would have his own issues once he'd heard the revelations. But right now, his only thought was similar to Dean's. Get to his brother.

"Dean!" The voice sounded like it came from upstairs, so Sam headed that direction, taking the steps two at a time, helmet still dangling from one hand.

Dean closed the distance, clapping a hand on Sam's shoulder before tugging him toward him for a brief but heartfelt hug. He's not going to lose his brother. Not now, not ever. He made a silent vow to do whatever it takes to uphold it. He ignored the voice stirring in the back of his mind.

He then gave his brother a small smile, "Welcome back, man."

One of them disappeared and came back. Which seems about the only time they hug, but...well, Sam's not going to complain. Mostly because he's hugging Dean back almost as hard. Almost because he can see Dean's still hurting and he doesn't want to make that worse.

He smiled as well, lifting a shoulder. "Glad to be back. Though I have to admit, I wasn't expecting to come back to all this."

"Yeah, it's uh been nuts around here. We even got a roommate. Uh Tay, she's well... kind of an angel so sort of Cas's sister. Her world's a little different but she hunts too."

Dean rubbed the back of his neck after they had let go, and just looked back at his brother for a moment. It was weird seeing him in the flightsuit, but thank god, at least it was nothing white. He didn't want to mention about what else Cas knew about the future. Sam didn't need to hear about it. Not now, maybe not ever.

"Come on, our room's upstairs. Got a couple of bedrooms." Of course snagged the master bedroom.

He briefly shook his head, "Man, what was it, I think you were still in high school the last time we were living in a house. Wild isn't it?"

"How many is a couple?" Because from the sounds of it, they needed at least three. One for Cas, one for Tay (whoever she was, other than Cas' sister) and one for them. Because Sam couldn't imagine sleeping in a room without Dean again. It...likely wouldn't end well.

He looked around a bit and smiled. "Yeah, probably. I mean, I had the apartment with Jess, but it wasn't like this." It didn't have Dean there, which at the time he'd thought was a plus. He'd been so very wrong. It had taken losing Jess and Dean to show him how bad an idea it had been. "I think we managed to stay in one place most of my last semester of senior year." It had been easier with Dean old enough to go on hunts as well, he supposed.

Sam followed Dean up, looking around. The memories it dredged up weren't as bad as they could have been. For that, at least, he was grateful.

"We got four, so one can be a guest room or set it up for Bobby if he wakes up." Dean was quiet about the apartment he found Sam in again in Palo Alto. It was a lonely time in his life before they were reunited. As they approached the Master bedroom, there was some scratching and frantic barks and whines.

Dean had a small smile on his face at that, and opened the door only to have the alien puppy charge at them, all tail wagging and excited.

"Uh surprise Sammy."

He really shouldn't mention the whole apartment thing, but...well, he did love Jess. There was no way for Sam to just ignore it.

He frowned at the scratching as they approached the bedroom door, then paused when Dean opened it and...well. Sam stared for a moment before he knelt down. "Where...?" He looked up, slightly perplexed. And pulling off his gloves so that puppy teeth wouldn't rip them.

Dean understood that, or starting to really understand.

He added, "Daimon and some others rescued them from the planet. So there were a couple around to adopt. This one's yours."

Sam reached out, ruffling the little guy's ears. "Mine?" He'd...really start getting this in a moment. Just a little surprised right now.

Dean shrugged and scratched his head a little, "Just remembering how much you wanted one as a kid, and how we couldn't bring one with us on the road."

He then asked tentatively, "You like him?"

It's just shock, Dean. It took a few moments for Sam to really start smiling, getting used to the idea. "Yeah," he said, looking up and voice a little rough. He cleared his throat and smiled more. "Yeah, Dean. I like him a lo...hey!" He looked back to find the puppy chewing on his fingers. "I think maybe we need some chew toys."

Still smiling, though. Even working his way up to a grin.

Dean started grinning more at that. He loved seeing his brother light up with happiness. Especially now. It was something that had been in short supply for them both.

"Uh yeah, didn't really get a chance to get a lot of supplies for him. Heard the store was under attack and why Daimon and some others were rescuing the little guguys. Maybe we can find some things."

"Yeah. I'm sure we can find something, somewhere." If nothing else, maybe they could find a way to make some. He pulled his hand away, going back to scratching the puppy's ears.

"Yeah probably with everybody hauling loads of stuff back here."

Dean snickered as the puppy wagged his tail with an adoring look.

"Guess he likes you. Must have a thing for the freakishly tall." Granted Dean's assuming gender, he hadn't really checked that closely. Harder to tell with alien dogs.

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"I'd pick him up, but..." Well, the flight suit probably wasn't suited to alien puppy claws. And the puppy wasn't the only one looking adoring. "You name him yet?"

"I could get you a towel or something if you want. And not really, been calling the little guy, 'Hey You,' mostly."

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Sam shook his head. "Nah. I need to get out of the flight suit anyway. I'm not even sure how long I've been stuck in it." And while one doesn't seem to acquire body odor or things like that in GLaDoS's care, there's no reason to stay in it, either. "Really should come up with a name at some point, though."

Dean made a face at that, "Oh dude, freaking go shower or something already. I think we got working plumbing in here, and yeah, need a name."

Which made Sam grin. "All right, all right, I'm going." A pause, then, "Just as soon as I figure out where the bathroom is." And towels, but still.

Dean snorted a little at that, "Down the hall a little ways. Can't miss it. Hope you don't need me to help wash you up too." Granted the only times were when they were kids, or too beat up to wash themselves.

"Uh, no." Sam snorted. "I'm not hurt, just tired. So I'll probably just go fall into bed after I'm done with the shower."

And if the puppy ended up on the bed, taking a nap with him? Puppies did that. They didn't have to be picked up and put on the bed, right?

"All right, I'll tell the angels to keep their wings on stealth mode."

Nope, in fact after Sam would leave, the puppy yawned, and jumped up to one of the beds. Circling around a few times before curling up to sleep. Problem was? The puppy thought the spot in front of the pillow was perrrrfect for a little dog to sleep.

Dean just snickered, and made no move to move the dog. He just headed downstairs to check on their kitchen supplies and groceries.

A tall teenager covered in dirt pokes her head out of one of the rooms at the sound of Sam's voice. Her expression is initially suspicious, but when she sees Sam it relaxes into a sort of lop-sided grin.

"Hey, you're Sam, right?" she asks, and trots up to offer him a hand after wiping it on the leg of her plantsuit. "Tay Barnam, I'm, uh... your roommate, I guess. Cas and Dean said I could stay here, so..." She gestures around with her other hand, holding a rag of some sort. "We've, uh, been cleaning."

Sam's hand goes to the small of his back and he curses internally. There wasn't a place to keep a hand-held weapon on the flight suit. Not like a pistol, at least. There was a holster for a blaster, but he didn't carry one.

After a moment, though, he relaxes. The girl doesn't seem like a threat, after all, and it's mostly nerves from running that stupid maze that's giving him issues. More issues, at least.

And it helps that she looks vaguely familiar.

"Uh, hi." He manages a lop-sided smile as he takes her hand. "Yeah, I'm Sam. I think Cas forgot to mention you on the comms." Which...wasn't unusual. Castiel sometimes had a strange idea of what somebody needed to know.

"Seems like Cas," Tay agrees, and tucks a loose bit of hair behind her ear. "Um... I really don't have anything else to say, I just heard you come in and all. I'm pretty sure there's someone else around, probably upstairs."

She's not, y'know, against a little conversation, either, but she's crap with starting them.

"It really is." And Sam likes the former angel. But he really doesn't get humans most of the time. Or what they need to know.

He does offer her another smile, a better one this time. "Well, if they're upstairs, they probably heard me and will come down." Okay, he might be itching a bit to find Dean, but that didn't mean he had to be rude. "I've seen you before, haven't I? You look familiar."

"Rogue Squadron," Tay answers immediately, with a playful mock salute. "I'm one of the newbies. Doin' housework when I'm not being run into the ground by our lovely drill instructors."

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