So, I have decided to resolve
this by posting a piece of the story. If you recognize it as yours, please let me know. Comments are screened. If no one claims this fic, I'm going to assume it is mine and post it.
Sam has been waiting for Dean to come home for fifteen years.
"Big day." Sam smiles at Paula while she finishes making breakfast for Anna.
"I think I have everything. You set for the day?" he says, patting his pockets to be sure he has his keys and wallet.
"I think I can survive a day on my own. Not like I've never done it before," her laugh takes any bite out of her words and Sam wonders again how he got so lucky. This has been the most important thing in his life for so long and he can't imagine another woman being so supportive of twenty hour days and seven day weeks. He suspects this endless obsession would have swallowed him whole without something beyond it to cling too. Even if all he had was a soft voice waking him from nightmares and the picture of an angelic face in his wallet. They've been his talisman when his crusade wasn't quite enough to keep him whole.
And this is the day it all ends. The day that he can finally move on with his life and have everything he always wanted.