Sam walked, there was no other option for her at this point. She walked along the road in the hopes that someone would drive by that she could hitchhike with but so far there was nothing.

She had nothing on her. Not a phone, her wallet, or anything else. That's exactly how Lucifer had left her back then and apparently it's how she came back.

She was fine for now but she wasn't sure how long she would be. There had to be something close to them that she could use, either a small closed gas station she could break into or if it was working then at the very least there would be a payphone for her to use.

Finally, after what felt like forever, her calves told her that she might've been walking for forever, she managed to find a gas station that was half filled with cars. Meaning she couldn't exactly take anything but...her eyes went to a payphone at the side and she went to it.

She didn't have quarters and it wasn't like they paid for anything regardless so she called collect and hoped that Dean would pick up. She spoke her name to the operator and waited with bated breath.

Dean looked up when his phone rang, picking it up and frowning at the caller id. He slid his thumb over it and answered, sighing when he heard an automated voice asking if he accepted the charges.

"Yeah sure, why not." he said, rolling his eyes. He froze however when he heard who was calling. "What?" he whispered.

"Dean?" the voice suddenly called out. His throat closed up and he couldn't speak, couldn't get anything out. "Dean it's me, it's really me, don't hang up I don't have any other way to call you."

"Sammy?" Dean whispered, tightening his grip on the phone, feeling everything inside of his shake, his heart felt like it was breaking apart. "Sammy? How?"

"I don't know, but it's me and I'm alive." Sam told him, a small relieved laugh escaping her. "Listen, remember the cabin I was at? I'm at a gas station a couple miles away from that, I need you to come get me."

Before she had even finished speaking Dean had been on his feet and all but running to the garage where the impala was. "Yeah, I'm on my way, I'm on my way Sammy." he said, his words slightly choking him. "Sammy...what is happening? How did this?"

"I think...I think it's him. I think its my...my child." Sam whispered, not realizing that the words made Dean freeze. "It was grace that helped me escape, I was in heaven but I got guided out and I managed to find the right door but an angels grace helped me and...I think it was them." she took a deep breath. "Are they okay? What happened to them?"

"Sammy...the kid killed you." Dean whispered. "He...he killed you. He's Lucifer's son."

"But he's my son too." Sam told him. "And I know. Hes Lucifers but that doesn't have to mean anything. Dean I know that you're most likely mad and a lot of things towards him but...its not his fault."

"He's the reason..." Dean started to say.

"No, Lucifers the reason." Sam told him. "Its Lucifers fault, not his. His, my son." her voice softened. "Hes family, and we don't give up on family."

"I've been blaming him." Dean whispered. "I've been holding him accountable and I've...I didn't want to know him, know anything about him. I just...I just wanted you back."

"I'm back." Sam told him, a smile clear in her voice. "I'm back and I need you to come get me and bring me home."

"I'm on my way Sammy." Dean whispered. "I'll be there soon."

"Okay, I'll be here, I think the call is gonna end soo-" with that, the call ended, disconnecting them.

With a shaking hand Dean pocketed his phone, taking a deep breath. He needed to keep a calm head about this and make sure that this was in fact Sam, no matter how much he wanted it to be her.

He came to a decision and turned back into the bunker for a moment, finding the kid in the room he had claimed for himself. When he heard Dean he looked up fearfully, scooting away from him as best as he could on his bed.

"You, come with me." Dean told him, motioning with his finger. The kid hesitated but then got off of the bed, putting shoes on and grabbing his jacket.

"Where are we going?" the kid asked, keeping a bit of a distance from him.

"To face something that you did." Dean told him, turning to go back to the garage. "And I really hope that this is real."

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