"Do you really think we should be leaving them alone?" Sam asked as he paced outside the closed door of Bobby's kitchen. His fingers nervously played with the skin on his bottom lip, his eyes scanning the door that kept him away from his brother once again.

"I think so, I mean what choice did we have? Dean blatantly said he wanted time alone with Sophie." Bobby answered. "Stop doin that boy, you are makin' me dizzy."

Sam stopped mid stride, and let out a heavy sigh. His mind was still reeling from all the events of that short morning. Dean was back, somehow saved from the depths of hell, and now all of a sudden a woman shows up and exclaimed the same turn of events. How did this happen? How were two people brought back on the same day? And more so, why? Why were they brought back?

Glancing at his watch he turned around and made his way to Bobby who was sitting quietly at the table that lay stretched out in front of the fireplace. "How long have you known her? I mean before she…." Sam stopped as he pulled up a chair next to his friend and mentor.

"Before she died you mean? About a year or so, I met her back in Ohio during a string of home attacks, came to be a shape shifter." He went on to tell the story of killing the shifter in Sophie's house and how he had explained all he could to her about the paranormal.

"So she knows all about, well what you do?"

"Yeah she does, seemed open to it to….a little too open maybe." Bobby looked up at the closed door, and his mind went back to the night Sophie came to him after she made the deal with the demon at the crossroads.

"So" Dean started as he stared at the woman before him, both hands gripping the ceramic coffee cup that was in front of him. He studied every part of the stranger in front of him, the little dimple that was in her small chin, the tiny freckles that were scattered along the rim of her nose and top part of her cheekbones.

Sophie was doing the same with him, taking in his features as he sat across from her. She knew him, well stories of him, what he had done on Earth, the deal he made. She heard it all in Hell, and it was all starting to come back to her as she stared in his eyes, the sad eyes that hadn't changed since they had gone into the room alone almost a half hour before.

"You….you" Dean stuttered, the words almost lodging in his throat. He had so many questions; so much to say and he just couldn't get them to come out. "You know Bobby."

Sophie quietly nodded her head, and took a sip of the dark liquid that was in her cup. She watched as Dean scratched the back of his head, cuts donning the underside of his arm as he lifted it up.

"And you know…well obviously you know what he does."

Sophie nodded her head again. "You've known him awhile then too?" she asked, even though she knew the answer already.

"Yeah, most of my life."

The room went quiet again as they both tried to think of how to get on the topic of how they both ended up at Bobby's that day.

"Where did you wake up at?" Sophie finally spoke.

Dean pushed the chair back he was sitting on and stood up, his hand perched over his mouth as he walked over to the sink.

"In Illinois, Pontiac actually. Made my way to some handy mart and then to call Bobby."

Dean's back remained facing Sophie as he stared out to the driveway.

"Is that all?" she asked with a bit of apprehension in her voice.

Dean turned around slowly, his head somewhat tilted to the side as he looked at her. "What do you mean is that all?"

"You went to the handy mart and then to call Bobby. Nothing else happened?" She stood up then and took a few steps forward, stopping when she came inches from Dean. "You didn't hear anything, or see anything?"

Dean's eyes widened as he looked down on her.

"You did too didn't you?" she whispered as she bit her bottom lip.

"Son of a……" Dean murmured.