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The light blinds Sam for a moment, and when his ears don’t pick any unusual sounds besides those of a door opening to another dimension, all hope he cherished for four years vanishes. Dean is not back, is probably dead somewhere between dimensions, all because of Sam -
Then he feels strong arms around him and hears a familiar, dear voice saying, “I knew you would get me out, Sammy.”
Dean was back. And there was just one thing Sam desperately wanted to say.
“I’m so sorry.”
And, like he had done so many times before, Dean said, “It’s okay.”