"Castiel? Cas? Please answer me, I need your help."

Nothing happened, as nothing had happened every day for the last three weeks since Sam found himself suddenly spit out of Hell. He threw himself on the bed and stared at the ceiling of his latest cheap motel room.

"I can't go to Dean. Have to let him be happy," he muttered to himself. "Where then? Bobby. He'll understand." With a decision made, Sam's spirits brightened enough to order a pizza from the place down the street. He fell asleep with a full belly and a smile on his face.

Next morning, Sam set off early. Even though he was only a few hundred miles from Bobby's place in South Dakota, he felt a sense of urgency driving him. The Dodge Charger ate up the miles, Sam keeping it just far enough above the speed limit to avoid the notice of police. The closer he got, the more he hungered to see the man who was like a second father to him.

Finally he arrived, Pulling into the drive, Sam suddenly felt hesitant. Would Bobby really take him in?

He knocked on the door, hand trembling. For long moments he waited, and was almost about to turn away when the door swung open.

"Sam?" Bobby turned away and came back with a flask in his hand. He swung the door open wide and then flung the holy water in Sam's face.

"It's really me, Bobby."

"Yeah, I guess it is. Well, come in, boy."

Over a lunch of chicken salad sandwiches Sam did his best to answer Bobby's questions. No, he didn't know why he was free from Hell. No, he hadn't been able to contact Castiel. No, he hadn't tried to get in touch with Dean.

"You have to understand, he has a chance at a normal life now. I can't ruin that for him."

"So just what are you planning to do?"

"First I'm going to figure out what freed me from Hell."

"I guess we need to start looking through some books then."

Bobby had an extensive library, but as much as Sam searched, he couldn't find anything pertaining to his situation. He finally swept the books off the table in frustration. "None of this makes any sense!"

"Now, just calm down. There has to be an answer, we just haven't found it yet."

Days passed, and Sam just kept getting more agitated. Bobby did his best to calm him, but he was beyond calming. Finally one day he announced, "I'm leaving in the morning."

"Where do you intend to go?"

"I don't know, but I can't stay here, looking through books that have no answers."

"Well, if that's what you want, I can't stop you. But remember I'm here if you need a place to go."

"Yeah. Thanks, Bobby."