Microsoft Word messed up on me so please pardon the mistakes, I've gone over this a time or two to try and catch any but...no promises ;)

Sam opened his eyes and blinked slowly, trying to figure out where he was. He pulled himself up and found that he was on a motel bed and Dean was typing away on Sam's laptop. Sam raised an eyebrow but Dean seemed too focused to sense the awakening of his baby brother. Thought we solved the case, Sam thought to himself as he did a quick recap of their latest case. Yeah, we should be good...but why's Dean using a computer? His first thought involved his brother looking up...well, stuff Sam really didn't want to imagine right now. "Dean?"

The man in question jerked his head up, almost sending te laptop to the floor. "Sammy, you okay? How's the head?" Dean put the computer on his bed and stood up and approached his brother.

Did I hit it or something? Sam wondered to himself, attempting to come up with a reason as to why his brother was suddenly in mother hen mode. "It's fine, why?"

"You mean...you don't remember what happened earlier?"

"I remember we solved the case, then came back and that's it. Did I hit my head? Concussion?"

Dean shook his head but looked extremely relieved, "No, no. Look, we can talk about it later. Right now we need to high tail it to Boobby's, he's expecting us and he's doing some research and-"

"Research? On what?" Sam asked, puzzled. "Did he come up with a case-"

"No, Sam just...just trust me, okay?" Dean's voice took on a desperate note, making the youngest WInchester nod slowly despite the questions running throujgh his mind.

*Supernatural*

The ride to Sioux Falls, South Dakota, was mostly spent in silence. At some points it was a comfortable silence and at other times it was slightly tense. Sam had no idea what was going on, but as far as he could tell he definitely did not like it. He thought he and Dean were through with the secrets considering the fact keeping secrets usually resulted in disaster when it came to the Winchesters. But, Sam knew he had to trust his brother even if he wanted to know everything that was going on.

"You sure you're alright?" Dean asked for the third time since they had hit the road.

"Dean, I'm serious man I'm fine." Sam groaned. The younger brother had mixed feelings about his mother hen of a brother. On one hand he was glad Dean still cared about him and was concerned enough to ask how he was feeling. Since the whole Apocalypse thing before Sam had gone to the Cage it was like the brothers were walking on thin ice around one another. But on the other hand, it was annoying as hell. He was a grown man for cryin' out loud and he did not need to be taken care of by his brother...even though it did feel nice for someone to actually want to take care of him.

"I'm just askin', Sammy."

That was something Sam had noticed since his soul had returned from the Cage. Dean had referred to him more as 'Sammy' rather than 'Sam'. He'd thought about it and figured it must have been how Dean compared 'Robo Sam' and 'Sam with a Soul'.

They fell into a silence, a comfortable one this time. When they arrived at Bobby's they exited the Impala and walked through the front door, knowing Bobby already knew they were there thanks to the Impala's loud engine.

"Library!" Bobby's shout carried through the house. Sam and Dean made their way to the library and found the older hunter reading an old book written in some other language they didn't recognize.

"Hey, Bobby." Dean greeted.

He nodded and put the book down on a small table beside the comfy chair he was sitting in. Bobby stood up and said, "I couldn't find anything. As far as we know this could be the first time this has ever happened-hell, it probably is the first time this has ever happened."

"The first time what's ever happened?" Sam questioned, glancing between the older hunters. Dean shot Bobby a 'shut up' look and opened his mouth but was cut off by Sam, "No, Dean! What the hell is he talking about?"

Dean ran a hand over his face, "Fine. We think your little episode earlier had to do with you remembering the Cage."

"And you didn't think that was worth mentioning?" he demanded in response. "Dean, how could you keep that from me?"

"I sincerely apologize for not wanting to send you for another stroll down Memory Lane, Sam. The memories coming back from our case were the reasons you started to remember in the first place!"

Taking a deep breath the youngest hunter said, "I guess you're right. It's just that I don't remember anything and then you start acting all secretive about it-"

"I know, I'm sorry, Sammy but it was for your own good." He pulled a phone out of his pocket before saying, "I'm gonna go see if Cas has any service in Heaven." Dean left the house and went to the car lot, hitting his number three speed dial. The voice told him the phone was out of use at the moment and to try calling again later. "Guess that's a no." Dean snorted. He glanced up and said, "Castiel? If you can hear me I just wanted to let you know Sam's doing good. Next time you can drop in...we'll try figuring something out until then."

Sorry it took a few days for me to get this chapter up. I was sick Wed and Thurs and now I have a ton of make up work from school to do this weekend and two tests to study for on Tues and Wed. Next chapter will be up no later than next weekend.