It wasn't the first time they'd sat grim faced across from one another, drinks on the table between them. Knowing the island and the particular set of miseries it had to offer, it probably wouldn't be the last time, but Dean still wished they were here under different, lighter circumstances. It seemed like forever ago that he'd sat at the bar and listened to Neil give him shit about Angua and their freaking sex toys.

"Yeah," he said finally. "I'm okay. It's just..." He shook his head. "Not how I thought it'd be."

It wasn't bad. Having Sam back would never be bad, but Dean had thought it'd be easier. Happier. It went against every second of their family's history, but it still hadn't occurred to Dean that their reunion would be anything but a joy and a relief.