A/N: BTW: When Dean forgot about his old life, the other characters did, too.

Chapter 3 – We are going home… Except we aren't

Sam had just finished packing their stuff, his clothing were neatly folded and his belongings were packed so that he could easily find them if needed, when Jess walked into the hotel room. She smiled at him and crossed the short distance between them. Her arms came up and rested around his neck as she raised herself a little so that she was standing on her tiptoes and gently pressed her lips to his.

Sam pulled back slightly, "Well, hello to you, too." he said with a soft smile against her soft lips. She didn't say anything just connected their lips again. Just as Sam was about to pull back again she deepened the kiss. She led them to the big bed and pushed them down on it, not once separating their lips. Just as things were about to get heated -well more heated- she stood up and grabbed a towel and made her way towards the bathroom door.

Sam raised himself so that he was resting on his elbows, "W-wha... Where are you going?" He asked confused. His mind was having a little trouble with focusing. Jess turned around to face him and raised her right hand, with the towel in it. "I'm gonna take a shower." she stated innocently. "Jess!" Sam whined. She once again turned, this time she had a smug smile on her lips. This was exactly the reaction she had wanted. A few minutes passed and Jess was expectantly looking at Sam with raised eyebrows. At the perplexed look on Sam's face her smile widened, "Well aren't you gonna join me?" She asked and gave him a mischievous smile before walking into the bathroom, making sure to leave the door open and giving Sam a perfect view of her retrieving back as she pulled her shirt over her head.

Sam and Jessica were in a cab on their way to the airport. Sam had his arm around Jess and his chin resting on her head as she was leaning on him. She pulled back a little so she could see his face. "You know," she started a little cautious, "we could make a detour to your family members houses and say goodbye." Sam knew she meant Dean and Carmen's house specifically, but didn't comment on it.

"Sam..." Jess continued.

"Jess, we don't have time." said Sam, his voice making it clear that this was a matter he didn't want to discuss any further. Jess leaned on him again, snaking her arms around his waist. She knew that Sam and Dean had never had a great relationship, but she thought that they needed each other. Though she wished for things to be different she'd found out early on in her and Sam's relationship that it was a matter that Sam didn't like to talk about. None of them said anything for the rest of the ride.

As they were about to board, Sam's phone started going off. He reached into his back-pocket and retrieved the small device. It was his mom.

"Hey mom. We're about to board, so this has got to be quick." Sam said once he answered.

"Sammy...sweetie.." she said hesitantly. "I've got some bad news."

"Mom what's wrong? Are you okay?" Sam could feel the panic in him stirring. His mind started making up awful scenarios of what could be wrong. His mom with a disease or Dean being in a car-crash or something happening to Carmen or Bobby or maybe... 'Calm down' Sam told himself. He was making himself panic even more.

"Honey I am okay," she said putting emphasis on I. "But Bobby...h-he is in the hospital."

His Brain kind of just stopped functioning. Something had happened to Bobby, the man who was like father to him. He didn't know how to deal with that kind of information. His thoughts were interrupted as his mother's crying increased. She had been crying through most of their conversation, but when she let out a heart-wrenching sob Sam almost lost it. He had always hated it when his mother cried, couldn't think of a lot of things that were worse than that. It broke his heart when his mother was in pain, physical or psychologically.

He tried calming her down just a notch, before stating that he and Jessica would come to the hospital right away.

They almost ran to the receptionist's desk.

"Bob- uhm, Robert Singer?" Sam corrected himself. It felt weird calling Bobby by his full name. He couldn't think of a time where he'd ever said his full name before.

The nurse at the desk tapped at the keyboard in front of the computer and finding the needed information before looking up at them and saying, "Room 312."

They made their way through the wide corridors of the hospital. The hospital rooms flying past them at a quick pace as they made their way to the room in which Bobby was located. They found the room and Sam stood in front of the door, frozen to the spot, Jess gently nudged his shoulder, causing him to wake up from his trance-like state. He pushed the door open, dreading what was on the other side of it. His mom was sitting in one of the chairs. In the chair next to her Carmen was sitting, with her head in her hands. He briefly wondered where Dean was before his focus landed on Bobby in the bed, pipes going in and out of him. Sam hated the sight of him so weak. He was used to seeing Bobby up and running, always so full of energy, this was the total opposite of that and Sam despised it.

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