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Introduction

Sam dragged in his cigarette, listening to Dean's CD's. It's been three years since his death. He threw the stub out the window, as he tuned up the volume, hoping to distract him from the god forsaken memory. He sighed deeply, staring blankly at the black road. Ever since Dean's death, he never knew what to do with his life. He's been so confused, and so alone. Something he wasn't used to. His eyes flickered down to the radio, and shook his head. Listening to Dean's music was not helping at all.

"Fuck this" he grunted softly, and flicked off the music.

He let out an aspirated sigh as he pulled up to a cheap motel and ordered a room. He took his back pack and threw it on the bed, quickly shutting the door. Unzipping his bag, he took out some salt and placed it near the windows and doors. Since Dean's death, Lilith has been on the run for him. He sat on the edge of the bed, running his hand over his face. His eyes were glued on the floor, thinking about his next actions. After a while, his moment of peace was interrupted by his vibrating phone. He reached into his pocket and answered it,

"John" that was his new fake name he needed to use.

"Sam, it's Bobby"

Sam closed his eyes for a second, half relieved and half worried to hear the familiarity of the voice. He sighed deeply.

"Sam?" Bobby said when Sam didn't reply.

Sam opened his eyes and cleared his throat, "Bobby. It's nice to hear from you"

"Yeah. It's been a while since we've talked. Three years, has it?"

He nodded his head, "Yeah, since Dean's..." he didn't have the heart to finish the sentence, only to lick the dryness of his lips.

There was a moment of silence. On the other end, Bobby sighed, "Yeah...I know"

There was another moment of silence. It felt as though that silence was for Dean. They didn't talk for a good two minutes. Sam swallowed the bile that was stuck in his throat, knowing that Bobby called for a reason,

"So, why'd you call?" he asked.

"I need your help"

Sam knew it was to help for the Supernatural. He shook his head,

"Damn, Bobby, I've quit being a hunter. You know that"

"I know. I know. But it's important"

Sam sighed and ran a hand over his face, "No. Bobby, I'm not doing this again"

"You don't understand"

"What's there to understand?" he scolded lightly.

"Look, it's about someone important"

"I told you. I'm not going to-"

"It's Ruby" he said interrupting Sam.

That got his attention. He frowned slightly, "Ruby...Ruby's back in Hell. Lilith got her"

"She came back. I don't know how, but she did"

Sam ran a hand through his brown hair as he sat up slowly, "What does this have to do with anything?" he wondered.

"I just need you to be on your toes. She's not in the same body she used to be in"

Sam shook his head, "So?"

"Sam, she's looking for you"

"What does she want from me now?"

Bobby sighed, "I don't know. But be careful. Don't trust anyone"

Sam knew that already, but shook his head, "Yeah. I know"

"Ok. Sam, I have to go"

"Okay, bye"

"Sam, wait" Bobby quickly said.

"Yeah?"

Bobby stayed quiet for a moment, rethinking if he should tell him. He sighed, instead he just said, "Be careful"

Sam nodded his head, "Yeah. You too"