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Dean hung up the phone and sat down. He couldn't take it. It was too overwhelming. Why would some bastard try to be Sam. What do they want? Dean thought, as he rubbed his sweaty hands on his jeans. It was almost dark outside and he needed a shower. I'll go to Bobby's tomorrow. Just make sure everything's okay. Then I'll head back Monday. Dean pulled out his phone again and called Lisa to tell her he was going to visit a friend and would be back Monday.

"Love you, too. Goodnight." Dean said as he ended the call. He stood up and walked to the bathroom. Once he was in he stated the water and tripped off his clothing. He stepped in and let the warm spray untense his muscles. Talking with Bobby had made him tense. He didn't want to think that some monster was gunning for him by using Sam. Whatever it was, he would kill it.

Once Dean got out of the shower he wrapped the towel around his waist and grabbed some clothes. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and started packing clothes for his stay at Bobby's. He would call him in the morning telling him he was heading over.

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Sam woke up on an old mattress, in a room with sunlight coming through the cracks in boarded up windows. He had squared in an old abandoned house not too far from Bobby's place. He would've kept going until he reached Bobby's, but he knew that if he made a surprise visit in the middle of the night he might get shot. He brushed his sleep mussed hair with his fingers and grabbed a power bar out of his pocket.

He took a few sips of water and devoured the power bar. He was starving, but he figured he could just eat when he got to Bobby's. He took a few more sips of water to wash down the sry power bar and walked out of the house. He would get to Bobby's in at least 20 minutes. As Sam walked he thought about whether or not he should've called Dean. He probably would've had the same reaction as Bobby. Sam thought. It felt weird to say his name, knowing that he was alive. He spent 120 years thinking that Bobby was dead while he was in hell.

Sam walked for another 15 minutes. He was finally within sights of Bobby's salvage yard. Sam walked slowly past the gate when his breath caught in his throat. The black 67' Impala was parked outside of Bobby's house. Her sleek black body beckoned him closer until he was rubbing his hand fondly across her hood. He missed her. Other than Bobby's place she was the only home he ever knew. Sam continued up the pathway until he reached the steps of the porch. Sam hesitated and then knocked on the door, taking deep breaths so he wouldn't turn around and run.

What if Bobby's mad at me for what I did? What if he never forgives me? Sam pushed those thoughts down deep. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if Bobby didn't forgive him for what he did. Sam heard footfalls coming to the door and braced himself. He heard Bobby's gruff voice before he opened the door. "I swear if those darn kids are ding dong ditch me again I'm gonna tan their hide." Bobby said, as he yanked the door open. Sam looked at the old man staring unbelievingly back at him. He looked like he had aged 20 more years from the stress and grief.

Sam was shocked out of his observations as Bobby grabbed him by the shoulders pulling him into the house. He shoved Sam against the wall and called out for Dean. "Dean! Get your ass in here and help me." Sam heard Dean racing to where they were and looked at his shocked expression as he came to a halt. "Damnit Dean, snap out of it and hand me the holy water and silver knife. Dean shook himself and handed Bobby the holy water. Dean took the knife and cut Sam's arm. Once he realized his skin was sizzling Bobby splashed water in Sam's face.

Bobby stared at Sam for a few seconds with longing and joy in his eyes. He pulled Sam into a tight hug and held it for a while. "I missed you so much, boy." Sam sighed, tears were trying to escape from his eyes as he returned the hug. Sam pulled away, "I missed you too." Sam grunted as he was pulled into another tight hug by Dean. Dean didn't say anything, but Sam knew it was because he couldn't find the words. And he wouldn't have been able to choke the words out. "I missed you, too." Sam said automatically, responding to the silent message from Dean.

Dean pulled away and they both wiped the tears of joy from their eyes. "So, are you hungry?" Dean asked Sam. "I'm starving!" Bobby smiled and wiped at his moist eyes too. "Good, cause I got pot roast in the oven."

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Bobby headed to the kitchen to take the pot roast out and start fixing plates. He had so many questions for Sam, but he didn't want to overwhelm the kid. He had quite literally been through hell. He didn't want to push things too fast. Bobby grabbed three plates out of the cabinet and started fixing. "So what do you think?" Dean asked quietly, as he walked into the kitchen. "I don't know, but I don't want to worry about that right now. We just got him back. Let's just catch up tonight and ask questions tomorrow." Dean nodded his understandment and was grateful that he wasn't the only with questions.

"What's Sam doing?" Bobby asked, as he put mashed potatoes on each of the plates. "I told him to snooze on the couch while we finish up fixing supper. He looks exhausted." Bobby continues to fix the plates by adding broccoli to everyone's plate but Dean's. "Well I don't doubt it. There's no telling how far he had to travel on his own to get here." They both finished up the plates and Dean went off to wake up Sam while Bobby set the table.

When Dean walked into the livin room to wake up Sam, he noticed the pain lines across his forehead. It didn't matter how long he was separated from Sam, he would always be able to tell when his little brother was in pain. Once Dean got to Sam's side he started to moan. "Sammy, you gotta wake up man. Come on Sam." Dean rested his hand on the nape of Sam's neck. "Come on Sam." Sam woke up with a start and swung his fist out in the air. Dean ducked it just in time. "Hey, man. It's okay, you got out. We're at Bobby's."

Once Sam visibly relaxed they both headed towards the kitchen. They sat in silence for a while just eating, when Sam broke the silence. "So, Dean. Did you, uh, go to Lisa's after I…" He trailed off and stared down at his plate. Pushing the meat around with his fork. "Yeah, I did. I've been there for a year." Sam looked up, "So then, why are you here. With Bobby. Don't get me wrong I'm glad you are." Dean smirked, "Bobby called me last night. He thought when you called yesterday that you were a supernatural monster trying to get to us. I guess we were both wrong. I only got here last night."

Bobby sat in silence while he watched his boys talk. He hated the fact that they would be asking for answers tomorrow. He didn't want to make Sam relive whatever happened in hell. But they needed to know how he got out. "Well boys, I think I'm gonna hit the sack. Why don't you boys go on and head to bed too." Both boys nodded and started to clean off the table. "You want first shower?" Dean asked Sam as they carried the plates to the sink. "Yeah, sure." Sam focused on washing the dishes while Dean rinsed and dried them. He really didn't want to talk about hell right now. So he figured if he didn't talk Dean wouldn't bring it up.

Once they finished up with the dishes, Sam stepped in the bathroom to take a shower. Dean threw him some boxers and clothes to sleep in. Thankful that Bobby still had some of his clothes he turned on the water to let it get hot. Sam stripped his dirty and sweaty clothes off and stepped under the hot spray. It felt so good to get in a hot shower after so long. Sam enjoyed the shower but washed quickly so Dean would still have hot water when he got in.

Sam turned the water off and wrapped a towel around his waist. He brushed his teeth and pulled on his clothes after he dried off. He grabbed his old clothes and threw them in the trash bin. He stepped out and told the shower was ready for him. He walked into the room they shared and collapsed on the bed. He laid there staring at the ceiling until he drifted off. Not soon after he fell asleep he was caught in a dream.

Sam was surrounded in darkness. He could hear the faint sound of laughter in the distance. He tensed up when he recognized it, it was Lucifer. As the laughter grew closer he heard the sound of chains rattling. Sam was taking breaths in rasps, trying to breath his way through the panic. I got out, I shouldn't be here. Why am I still here? Sam thought frantically. Lucifer came into view, with that familiar smile on his face. "Hey, Sammy. Did you really think I would let you go that easily?" Sam gasped in shock as metal chains coiled their way around his wrists and ankles.

"NOOOO!" Sam bolted upright in bed. He felt someone's arms wrap around him and brush his sweaty hair out of his face. "It's okay, Sammy. You got out. You're here with me." Dean cooed. Sam took comfort in his words and fisted Dean's shirt in his hands. He didn't care that he was revealing so much of his anguish. He needed to feel Dean's comfort. He hadn't done this since they were kids, but he didn't care. He let his head fall on Dean's shoulder as he took deep breaths to try and rid his brain of the dream.

Dean delt felt Sam's heaving breaths as he rested his head against his shoulder. Dean rubbed circles on Sam's back to try and ease him back into sleep. "It's okay, Sammy. I got you little brother." He said, as he felt Sam's soft sobs against his shoulder. Sam's body was trembling so Dean moved behind him and pulled Sam's head to rest on his chest. The trembling stopped and Sam's breaths evened out into sleep once more. Dean carted his fingers through Sam's hair in hopes to keep the night terrors away.

So far, so good.


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