When Sam was "Not Sam", it really creeped me out when I found out he didn't sleep (at all). Well, that wasn't the only thing that creeped me out. The whole "I'm walking around with no soul" creeped me out even more. Anyway, now that Sammy had his soul back, it seemed like he was catching up on his year plus of not sleeping.
For the first little bit after he came back Sam basically slept for 23 hours straight for days on end. I would wake him up to make sure he ate and drank. He would sit at Bobby's kitchen table and barely an hour would go by before he would start nodding off. One time I caught him dozing off mid-bite. I gently took the sandwich out of his hand and guided him back up to bed. I would watch him sleeping hoping it was peaceful. Sam wouldn't talk much when he was awake. He would usually eat and drink what I put in front of him. The world seemed to be moving in fast forward and Sammy was just trying his best to catch up.
As the weeks wore on, Sam would need less and less sleep. Until finally one day, he woke up on his own after 8 hours. I walked into his room, "C'mon sleepyhead, rise and shine", only to find his bed empty.
I felt a millisecond of panic until I heard the water running. I knocked on the bathroom door. "Sammy, you okay in there?"
"I'm good Dean. I'll be out in a sec."
I sat on the bed and waited for Sam to come out. A couple of minutes later, Sam came out in a cloud of steam, toweling dry his hair.
"Dude, you waited for me?"
Of course I waited for him, but he didn't have to know that. "No way man, I need to hit the head but you were in there taking your sweet time. Geez, Samantha, what were you doing in there? Conditioning your hair?"
"Shut up", Sam replied.
"Let's go get some breakfast. I'm starving."
"I thought you needed the bathroom?" Sam asked.
I looked at Sam a bit sheepishly. "What are you doing, monitoring my bathroom schedule? Let's get going." I walked out of the room. "You coming or not Sammy? You snooze, you lose!"