He was serious. Not that I would expect Dean to joke about something like that, but I hadn't expected him to tell me Sam was back, either. Feeling suddenly overwhelmed, I clamped a hand over Dean's closest bicep and took a deep breath.

"Is he okay?" I asked. "I want to see him, Dean, I want to see him right n- Oh my God." I blinked several times and pressed my free hand over my mouth, because it wasn't until right then that it occurred to me that Sam would know Dean, and Sam would know Jess, would know John and Bobby... but he wouldn't know me at all.