(A/N)-Welcome to the second chapter of "WGBBWDKH"! It's great to be back-I missed writing about Lydia and Cas, really and truly-and I'm so encouraged by the response I got from y'all. So thank you all for reading, and to my reviews: you all are 9 levels of awesome. (And I don't own Supernatural, blah blah blah, you know the drill)

It took Lydia a few seconds to process what-namely, who-was right in front of her. Sam Winchester. Back from the dead. It didn't make sense. How could he be…?

Bobby looked just as confused as Lydia was. Sam, on the other hand, smirked at the pair.

"Guys, I know it's unexpected, but it hasn't been that long…" Sam said, acting like his return from the cage wasn't a big deal. He looked solely at the elder hunter. "How ya doing, Bobby?"

Bobby didn't give a verbal response; he stared at Sam for a few seconds longer before giving the boy a hug. Sam's expression didn't change and only returned the hug at the last second.

"It's…great to see you, Sam." Bobby looked at Sam up and down, still looking like he couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, you too, Bobby." Sam turned his gaze on Lydia. "You're still living here?"

Lydia couldn't help but snort. "Well, hello to you to…"

Sam smiled a bit-a small, controlled smile. "Hi Lydia! How are you?" he asked with biting sarcasm.

"I'm great! How are you? How was hell?" Lydia immediately shot some of her own sarcasm back. They weren't being nasty to each other, but Lydia didn't know what else to do. Sam was her friend, but she hadn't known him well enough like Bobby had.

Sam didn't seem to take offense. "Wouldn't exactly give it five stars…"

"Well, no shit!" Bobby snapped. "How the hell are you back!"

Sam shrugged simply. "I dunno."

Bobby sighed. "Not this shit again…" He rubbed his eyelids in frustration. "Do ya think another angel pulled you out?"

"Doubt it." Sam remarked. He rolled up both of his sleeves and revealed his bare shoulders. "Nothing. No handprints, no nerd in a trench coat, no raising from perdition." He looked back at Lydia. "I'm really sorry about Cas. Shame that Lucifer killed him. I tried to get control over him, I really did, but he just exploded, I couldn't stop it…"

Lydia held up her hand to stop him. "What are you talking about? Cas is alive."

"He is?" Sam said shortly. Lydia nodded. "But I felt Lucifer kill him. I saw the whole thing…I thought you were dead!" Sam looked at Bobby, his voice oddly calm, despite what he was saying.

Bobby shook his head. "No boy, I'm fine. Cas is too. He healed me, brought me back."

"Well who brought him back?"

"God." Lydia interrupted the two hunters. When the glanced back at her, she continued. "That's what he told me, at least. I don't know for sure."

Sam nodded, taking in the information. "Hey, it's possible, I guess." Smirking again, he added, "How are you and angel boy, anyway?"

"We're not." Lydia tried to keep the shaking in her voice under control. "It ended right after you went to hell."

Sam gave her a sympathetic look, but he really didn't sound all that sympathetic. "Oh. Sorry about that. I'm actually pretty surprised. You guys always seemed good together, y'know?"

Lydia nodded slowly, her eyes avoiding the two men in the room, focusing on nothing in particular. "Yeah, I guess."

"Can we please do this later?" Bobby said irritably. "I kind of want to figure out why Sam is in my kitchen right now."

"I do too," Sam replied. "I don't remember anything, Bobby. Nothing. I just remember jumping into the pit, then I remember waking up somewhere in Detroit."

"How long have you been on Earth?" Bobby asked.

Sam shrugged. "I dunno. About a month."

"A month!" Bobby's eyes were wide with disbelief. Sam nodded nonchalantly. "And you didn't think about calling me? Or coming here sooner? Were you with your brother or something? How come he hasn't called me either?"

"I dunno," Sam shrugged again. "You'll have to ask him about that. I haven't seen him."

"You haven't?" Lydia was surprised, considering how close the brothers were. "Why not? Dean would go apeshit if he knew you were alive and didn't tell him. He would be thrilled to know you were alive period."

"Yeah, maybe." Sam's words seemed cold and detached. "But he has a family now. As far as he knows, I'm dead, and I'm going to keep it that way. He can go live his apple-pie life, and I'll just do my own thing."

Lydia opened her mouth-she was really surprised, this didn't seem like something Sam would say-but Bobby beat her to it. "Well, that's just plain stupid. You gotta tell him sometime."

"I will!" Sam protested. "I will. I promise. But for right now, I just want to stay separated, that's all." He looked between Bobby and Lydia critically. "And that means you can't tell Dean, got it?"

"But…"

"You. Cannot. Tell. Dean." Sam said firmly. "I'll be fine without him, and he'll be happier without me. You gotta trust me on this one."

The look on Bobby's face said it all; he wasn't happy about this, but Lydia could tell that he wouldn't tell Dean. "Okay, fine. We won't say nothin'." Bobby then added, "So if you haven't been with Dean the past month, where have you been?"

Sam sighed. "You wouldn't believe me."

"Try me, kid."

"Samuel." Sam said simply. The name meant absolutely nothing to Lydia, but it sure looked like it meant something to Bobby.

"Your grandpa?" Sam nodded as Bobby talked. "Your dead grandpa?"

"The very same." Sam confirmed. "Like I said, I don't know how. We guessed that whoever brought me up brought him down. We just stumbled across each other and I've been hunting with him and that whole side of the family."

Bobby nodded slowly, obviously trying to take in all of this information. "Huh." He walked to the counter and started pouring himself a drink. "Alright, if you want to hunt with them, hunt with them. I won't tell your brother anything." Bobby stared into his whiskey bitterly. "Not like he'd call me anyway."

Sam nodded. "Alright. Thanks Bobby." Bobby only nodded in response as Sam stared down at Lydia. "I'm gonna be heading out. You wanna come with?"

"What?" Lydia thought he was joking. "Out hunting with your dead grandpa? You're kidding me."

Sam shook his head. "No, not really. You're a decent hunter, Lydia. Maybe inexperienced, but you can still do some good with us."

Lydia almost laughed out loud. "I don't think so, Sam. Bobby…"

"Bobby's a big boy. He can take care of himself." Sam raised an eyebrow. "Samuel and I and the rest of them are some of the best hunters out there. You can learn a lot from them."

Lydia suddenly felt painfully awkward. "Maybe some other time. I'll just be more of a liability right now. Once I get in more experience…" She glanced over in Bobby's direction for help, but saw that he had left.

Sam shrugged, like it didn't matter to him if she came or not. "Okay, if you're sure." He stepped closer to Lydia, and she realized with a wince that her face was red-a habit that she had been trying to keep under control since coming to Bobby's. Sam leaned in closer and whispered in her eye, "I don't think you'd be a liability." Lydia almost yelped out loud when she felt Sam's hand slap her butt, then felt her face get even more red as Sam smirked and walked out the door.