This is my first exercise in one-shots...

First Supernatural fanfic...

I DON'T OWN SUPERNATURAL!

"Wife, rugrats, the whole nine?" Dean had said to Sam before the fiasco with that kid Gary had gone down. This was all Sam could think of, as he stood across the street from Lisa's house, watching as she welcomed Dean back into her and Ben's lives. Sam had just gotten Topside again, after spending four months in Hell. He stood still, hidden from Dean's sight by trees and bushes, contemplating walking up to the door, knocking, and just see the happiness in his brother's eyes at the sight of him. Sam decided against it, thinking that Dean finally got what he had wanted way back when.

But, what had gone on in Hell while Sam was Under? Sam could remember bits and pieces, little wisps of memories, but whenever he tried to grasp at them, they disappeared like smoke. All he really could remember was that the nickname "Sasquatch" fit him much better than it had Topside. He hadn't been himself while in Hell, that much Sam was certain of.

"Castiel, I need a little help here. I'm Topside, and I don't know who to go to. Cas, please, just tell me where I can go." Sam said, knowing, perhaps subconsciously, that Castiel would not answer. With Lucifer back in the hole, and the Angels trying to clean up the mess caused by the near apocolypse, Castiel would be far too busy to send even the simplest of signs.

The world is post-apocolypse, and 99% of its inhabitants are none the wiser. Sam had said yes to Lucifer, and then tricked him, throwing Luficer, and himself into the hole. Dean was no longer Michael's vessel, Michael had given up on him, and had revived Sam and Dean's younger brother, Adam to be his vessel instead.

Castiel hadn't answered nearly an hour later, so Sam decided to find shelter for the night. He felt in his pocket, and realized he still had his wallet containing the credit card of one of his many aliases. Sam smiled softly, and walked off in search of a roadside motel.

"Bobby Singer." Bobby said, picking up his personal phone, the only one in which he felt no need to use his aliases.

"Bobby, it's Sam. I'm Topside." Sam said hoarsly.

"Sammy? How in the Hell did you get outta Hell?" Bobby asked, voice cracking momentarily.

"I don't know. I don't even remember being in Hell. I just...I need you to come and get me. I'm at a holiday Inn off of Route 44." Sam said.

"Okay. I can be there by tomorrow afternoon." Bobby said. Sam heard keys jingling, and felt another small smile cross his features.

"Thanks Bobby. I owe you one." Sam said.

"Boy, ya owe me a Hell'uv a lot more than one." Bobby said, before hanging up. Sam laid down on the bed, and waited for Bobby to arrive.

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