Bobby pulled up to Pamela's house. She was out the door with a bag before he even stepped out of the car. She jumped in the passenger seat and turned to Bobby with a smile, "Bobby Singer, you are in for one hell of a surprise." Bobby's eyebrow rose, questioning her silently. Her smile only grew, "It's all good, something you will have to see to believe but it's all good. It's all the spirits can talk about, none of them have a clue how it happened though."

Bobby frowned, "If you ain't gonna tell me, why do you keep talkin about it?" Pamela smiled softly, patronizingly, but she grew quiet.

It was a few hours' drive to the Roadhouse but Bobby drove a bit over the speed limit and made it there in record time, anything that had Ellen calling him and asking to bring psychic reinforcements had to be big.

As Bobby approached the door he heard Ellen's voice talking to someone inside, "You get in the back and don't come out till I tell you. After everything you went through with us do you really want to get shot by Bobby?" He heard a voice grumble back and a door close but he saw no sign of the mystery person as he entered the bar with Pamela on his heels.

Bobby looked at Ellen, "You idjits gonna tell me why the hell you drug me down here and who the hell you got stashed away in your back room?"

Ellen growled, "Watch what you call me in my own bar Singer."

Ash chuckled, "He is right about one thing, we did bring him here for one 'hell' of a reason." Ash elbowed Jo who rolled her eyes at him as he continued, "Get it? Cause he said hell and well…ya know."

Jo gave Ash an exasperated look before turning to Bobby, "What Ash is trying to say, is we got someone here but before you see them you have to promise not to do anything…rash."

Ellen nodded, "Believe me, we put this person through every test known to hunters and as far as we can tell it really is him."

Pamela smiled, "I can attest to that, can't wait to see him I person. The spirits have a lot to say about this one."

Bobby looked between everyone, "Can someone just tell me what is goin on around here?"

Ellen looked at Bobby for a moment before she called out, "Come on in, he's getting a bit impatient."

The door swung open, revealing someone Bobby had thought he would never see again, especially since he buried him. Dean smiled, "Hey Bobby."

Bobby was silent, next to him Pamela grinned, "Damn they were right, you are handsome." Dean looked at her confused before turning to Ellen who shrugged.

Bobby spluttered, "How is that possible?"

Dean shrugged, "No idea, only thing I can think of is that Sam made some kind of a deal."

Pamela shook her head, "If that were true, I'd hear about it from someone. I Ouija my way through dozens of spirits, not one had even a guess at how you got out of Hell."

Dean turned to Pamela, "I'm sorry, and you are?"

Pamela smiled, "I'm Pamela, Bobby's psychic friend, and I'm going to figure out what kind of creature has the mojo to yank you out of Hell and put you back together."

Dean looked at her and smiled, "Well in that case, you can do that as soon as Sam gets his ass here."

Bobby looked up, surprised, "How the hell did you get ahold of Sam? Kid dropped off the radar about a month after you died."

Ash raised his head from his computer, "Dr. Badass knows everything, well at least where Sam is. I tracked some of aliases, took me a while to find the right one, most were decoys."

Dean smiled, "Let me guess, he was using Wedge Antilles."

Ash looked at Dean, "Yeah, how'd you know that?"

Dean shrugged, "I know my brother."

Ash shook his head in amazement, "Anyways, I sent him the bat signal and he should be here soon."

Pamela smiled and held up her bag, "Well then I'll set up and we can get down to business as soon as everyone is here."

Dean turned to her, "How are you going to figure out what did this anyways?"

Pamela put her bag down on a nearby table, "We are going to have a séance."

A/N- Kind of a short chapter but oh well. Let me know what you think so far. No flames please.