What was Sam like right after he got out of the cage? Only Bobby knows. Tag to 6.01
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Chapter 1
A month
Bobby Singer was still getting use to his legs. It had been one month since he got them back. It had been one month since he saw Dean. It had been one month since they stopped judgment day.
One month since Sam went to hell.
The house seemed empty, no more childish bickering of the Winchester brothers. Bobby even missed Castiel's awkwardness. But there was still evil out there, and Bobby had hunting to do.
Bobby was just starting to get use to his new life, sure it was quite but he finally got a breather. Until he got a phone call. The phone rang three times before he answered.
"Hello?" he asked cautiously.
"Is this Robert Singer?" a strange woman's voice echoed. She had a hint of bittersweet kindness on the edge of her voice.
"Depends who's asking?" he sat a bit straighter in his seat.
"Hello, my names Jennifer Weston and I'm with St. Anders Hospital. We received a John Doe this morning. In his pocket he had a cell phone and your number was the last called. Would you by chance know who were are talking about?"
Bobby's breath caught in his throat, he was at a loss for words. The woman's voice brought him back.
"Sir?" he thought quickly.
"What does this man look like?" he asked but he feared the answer.
There was some shuffling on the other line, and a cough.
"Um, he has long brown hair, really tall. His eyes are…"
"green." answered Bobby. He sighed.
Sam.
"You know him then? What's his name, for the recored."
"Yeah his nam.. wait for the record. What his condition?"
"Well why don't you come down to the hospital then we can talk."
"Alright be right there.