The Prodigal Son Returns

[likely_evil]

It was the day before Thanksgiving when Sam was released. It was a day long process at the rehab facility. Two days, if you counted all the tests from the doctors. Then that morning he had forms to fill out, a social worker to meet for his probation period, a urine test, and more paperwork

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[hasperkynipples]

Dean was not going to let his brother take the bus. Buses were gross.

He was sitting in the parking lot, leaning against the Impala as he waited for Sam to exit. She didn't get driven as much as she used to, now that he usually wound up using the company cars a lot of the time -- less conspicuous -- but he still loved getting out and driving her when he could. Getting Sam out of rehab just happened to be one of those times.

When he spotted Sam's head over the rest of the people walking out the door, he straightened a bit and gave Sam a wave, trying to get his attention.

[likely_evil]

Sam grinned as he saw his brother. He bee-lined for Dean, fighting against the wind and the blinding effect of his bangs to be able to make it there.

"I was wondering who would end up drawing the short straw to pick me up."

[hasperkynipples]

He grinned back. "More like I threatened to kick the ass of anyone who tried to get in my way."

[likely_evil]

"Aw, I'm touched." He pulled his brother into a hug. "I missed you too," he added softly.