"James?" Dean asked in disbelief, not daring to breathe in case this was all a sick joke.

Jamie nodded and slowly put the gun away, not saying anything as he analyzed the two people he'd long since come to terms on never seeing again.

Sam felt...well, he didn't actually know what to feel. Standing before him was his older brother. The brother he'd been led to believe dead years ago. The brother that always used to sneak him extra food or new books and toys growing up. The brother he still morned.

Silently, Sam encased his long-lost brother, feeling his eyes sting with I shed tears. Jamie held his not too little, little brother as he cried, pulling Dean into the hug as well.

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Dean studied his twin for the first time in over twenty years. He'd hardly recognized him, wouldn't have recognized him if it weren't for his eyes....

Sam was having similar thoughts as he talked to James about his time at Stanford.

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