Sam may have spent most of his time hiding from Pennywise. Just because he'd mostly dealt with his phobia of clowns didn't mean he wanted to deal with THAT one.

He found his way out of the theater, making his way to toward the sleigh. He was looking around for anybody familiar. Anybody from the train, really. Because he'd already seen Dan, which meant Bunny couldn't be far behind.

Before he sees either of them, though, his breath catches at the sight of an incredibly familiar back-of-the-head. One he'd been consciously missing, even if he hadn't wished his brother to be stuck in that dystopia in the least.

"Dean?" he murmurs, barely believing it himself, before breaking into a run. "Dean!"