One

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One Year… and one day…

The knocking woke Dean, a deep pounding on the front door. He rolled over, throwing a protective arm around Lisa. The knocking started up again, making Lisa squirm awake.

"Dean? What is it?"

"Nothing baby… I got it." He pulled on a pair of pants over his boxers, grumbling himself awake. "If those damn kids think this is okay at frickin' midnight…"

Quickly, but very quietly, Dean went down the stairs. He could see the shadow of the kids, standing on the doorstep, probably not thinking anyone would get to the door quite that fast.

"Got'cha you little smug bastards." Dean grinned, whipping the door open.

Time stopped. A minute passed. An hour, a day, week, a month, a year.

Their eyes met, hazel on hazel. His lips parted, letting out a sob. A single tear flowed down Dean's cheek. A hand lifted, wiping it away.

"Sam. You're here."

"Hey Dean."

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So that's the end... should I continue?