As Dean and Sam get ready to hit the road again, both their memories restored, Sam changes in the bathroom of 'Dean Smiths' apartment, he open's his bag and pulls out a silver pendant of St Jude, examining it closely, he turns the pendant over and runs a finger over the indentation 'J.B' and smiles sadly "I cant believe I forgot about you!" then fist's the necklace and pulls it over his head, tucking it under his shirt, away from Deans questioning eyes.
As Sam waits penitently for Dean against the car he pulls out his phone and hesitantly scrolls down and frown's at the name before him, he presses the call and places the phone to his ear, waiting for that voice. It goes straight to answer phone and he closes his eyes, listening to the sweet angelic voice "hey, this is JJ, if I didn't pick up then am busy or pissed at you! Hehe, jus kidding, or not, maybe. Just leave a message an if I think your worth my time I'll call you back, if not, to bad! Peace bitch's!" he smiles at the message "hey it Sam… I miss you" then hangs up quickly, seeing Dean heading his way.
As they drive away from the normal life that was never theirs, Sam looks blankly out the window "hey Sammy, what was some trip they gave us right?" his only response is a faint nod "am so frickin hungry, we got'a get some food man, am thinking pie! Sound good to you? Sammy? You ok man?" he pulls the dazed man from his thoughts "yeah man am good, jus thinking bout some stuff." his voice laced with concern Dean asks "what about? You not still after the apple pie life after what jus happened?" Sam shakes his head "no, jus wonder'in bout some stuff I forgot while we we're bein 'average Joe'" Dean nods thinking he understands, but Sam knows he doesn't.
It's been just over a week since the brothers got a glimpse of the ignorance of normality, and they've been feeling strange, watched, Sam in particular. He makes regular call's that he try's to hide from Dean, but he notices when his brother sneak's off, but doesn't push it.
After they find the 'Supernatural' books and get the real name of the author they head for his house. As they show a nervous Chuck their arsenal, Sam looks over to the far end of the road and sees a figure in a indigo blue hooded cloak, the shadow of the hood covering the strangers face "Sammy, you ok?" dean questions with worry. As Sam turns to his brother then back, he finds the figure vanished "am fine" and turns back to the house.
As Dean places out the hex bags, Sam steps out, taking another mysterious call. Dean quickly moves over to his baby brothers bag and starts digging, trying to find something to explain his brothers behaviour, he grasps a small purple note pad, and opens it. Flicking though the book he find's random sketches and old poems in girls handwriting, quickly deciding it must be Jessica's, he goes to place it back in the bag, but as he dose something falls from within the pages. Dean bends and picks up the fallen image and looks at it closely, the picture has three figures standing in front of a diner, a younger Sam on the left, probably not long after he'd left for Stanford, a backwards capped older man, unshaven and in a flannel shirt, to the right and a small, milky skinned, well curved, brunette, crystal blue eyed girl in the centre, smiling brightly. He quickly puts the picture and book back as Sam renters and cant help but wonder what his brothers hiding from him.
Lilith takes a seat on the bed "don't worry Sammy, I can help. Make you forget what you did! How everything you love ends up dead! Even what you did to her, to poor, sweet JJ. Wouldn't you like that" Sam starts walking to the bed where Lilith sits and grasps the chain around his neck, as he dose his vision blurs, a smile, a laugh, tears and blood all from the same someone, he remembers. Suddenly the door slams open "I am the prophet Chuck!" declares the scruffy little man and Lilith groans and as light emerges from the windows she's smoked out of the pretty dental hygienist.
As they pack up, Dean turns to Chuck "well Chuck, it's been swell. Keep in touch if you get anything we need to know! And, um, no more telling the world everythin bout us!" the scruffy man nods nervously with a small smile. While Dean gets into the car Chuck looks to Sam "hey Chuck…" but the writer holds up his hand and says "Sam listen, you need to tell Dean about her, about what happened back at Stanford, trust me, ok, or he'll just find out anyway." taken back, Sam turns slightly "I cant, I just cant. It's my burden, not his!" Chuck nod and asks "or maybe you just don't want to share because if you do, then it's real, you have to face it, have to move on." Sam stairs at the prophet blankly "bye Chuck" and walks to his side of the car.
Driving down a country road. The rear window is still busted, still clumsily covered in a tarp flapping in the wind. Dean turns to his brother and asks "So a deal, huh?" not looking him in the eye Sam answers "That's what she said." still intrigued Dean continues "To call the whole thing off - Angels, seals, Lucifer rising, the whole nine?" with a blank reply from Sam "That was the gist of it." Dean turn to him and questions "hey…um…I was looking for some salt the other day and I found a book and a picture in you bag, wanna tell me who they are, who the book belongs to?" Sam immediately tenses and sighs "just some old friends" and stairs out the window, silently declaring the conversation over, not letting Dean witness his glazed over eyes, his pain, his regret, his guilt.