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"Bobby" Sophie somewhat whispered, a smile spreading across her face as she looked at the man she grew to adore.

"It…it can't be you….can it? Sophie?" disbelief apparent in his voice as he spoke to her.

The brothers both looked at each other, wondering who this woman was, and how Bobby knew her. They both couldn't help but notice her attire and appearance. Her clothes were dirty, her hair a bit disheveled, and there was a bit of a blank stare in her eyes. Dean felt familiarity with that look; it was what he saw when he looked into the mirror at the gas mart….the day he rose from his grave.

"It's me Bobby" she answered as she stepped into the house, tears forming in her eyes.

The boys watched as Bobby held his shot gun tightly and began to walk backwards towards them. Keeping a hold on their weapons they too began to step backwards to the study where the large devil's trap was strategically placed on the ceiling.

"No….it can't be." He looked back at Dean and Sam quickly and then back at her. "You died….months ago."

Both Winchesters raised their weapons at Bobby's reveal. "Bobby?" Dean asked as his and Sam's feet came to rest against the tall bookshelf that was cemented against the far wall of the study.

Sophie kept walking, her eyes never leaving Bobby, or the two men behind him. "Bobby I need your help, I don't know what is happening……"

Bobby came around to form a small circle next to Dean, Sam sidestepping to the right to let who he came to know as Sophie into their small welcoming committee.

"You aren't Sophie…..Sophie Williams died sixth months ago when….." his voice began to waver a bit and Dean could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "When hellhounds came to claim her soul for the deal that she made."

Dean's eyes widened as he looked at the woman before him. He started to take a step towards her, his feet seeming to have a mind of their own. He was stopped by Bobby, or rather his shotgun when he placed the nuzzle against his chest.

"Don't move Dean."

"Dean?" Sophie repeated as if she were familiar with the name.

Bobby took notice of the interchange between the two. "What do you want?" he sternly asked.

"I told you Bobby, help. I woke up in this coffin, and had to break myself free…….."

Sam inched his way back towards Dean. "What the hell is going on?" he whispered. All Dean could do was shake his head back and forth. He couldn't help but stare at Sophie, was she….was she like him?"

He stepped forward again, moving the barrier that Bobby had made away from him. "Where?" he asked.

"Dean!" Bobby growled.

Dean turned back to his father figure and put up one finger.

"Where what?" Sophie repeated.

"Where did you….where did you wake up at?"

"In Georgia, two days ago…on the 18th."

Dean put the safety on his gun and put it in his back pocket, leaving Sam and Bobby to stand behind him puzzled.

Dean took off the flannel shirt he was wearing and dropped it to the ground. "Do you….." he started, pulling up the left sleeve of his t-shirt. "Do you have something like this?" He knew he was taking a chance, putting himself out there not only with her a complete stranger, but with Sam and Bobby who were all he had left of a family.

Sophie cupped her hand over her mouth and began to nod her head. She noticed it when she tried to wash up at a truck stop on her way there. Turning around and pulling up the back of her shirt she exposed a similar hand print on her shoulder blade.