Dean woke up and was surprised to see Sam in the next bed. He wondered if Dad knew that he had come back. He got out of bed and went downstairs.
Bobby had already checked to make sure nobody had taken off last night. "Morning."
"Did you know Sam was here?"
"Does Dad know?"
"Your Dad ain't here."
"He was last night. He said we were actually going to celebrate my birthday for once, since it was a milestone one."
Bobby remembered now. John did end up ditching on them for a hunt anyway. Even after he had promised. If John wasn't dead, he might kill him. "Sorry, Dean."
Sam woke up. He looked around. How did he get to Bobby's? He had been drunk pretty much the entire last two weeks since Dean had gone to Hell. He probably just stumbled here in a drunken stupor. He got up and went downstairs. He must still be drunk. He thought he could hear Dean's voice from the kitchen. He walked towards the voices, haltingly. He froze at the sight of Dean and Bobby talking like nothing weird was going on.
"Dean? You're back?"
Dean turned to look at Sam. He looked terrible. Something awful must have gone down at Stanford. He hadn't checked on the kid in a couple of months. Of course, he couldn't do that close of checking without him knowing he was there. "What do you mean I'm back? You're the one who ditched us for Stanford."
"That was a long time ago, Dean." Sometimes he didn't understand why Dean just couldn't let that go. He had been back with him for a while.
Sam rushed up to Dean and hugged him. "What the hell, dude?" Dean asked, but didn't push Sam away. Sam had been gone for three years and he had missed him. And he was actually kind of glad his dad wasn't here today. The fighting would have ruined the reunion.
Sam finally let Dean go. "How did you get out?"
"Get out of where?" Dean asked.
"You don't remember Hell?" Sam asked. That was probably a good thing.
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked. College had clearly fried Sam's brains. He wasn't making any sense.
"You sold your soul and went to Hell," Sam said.
Bobby was just watching this conversation. He didn't know if the boys would remember this conversation tomorrow or not, but thought maybe they might clear some things up.
"Why would I sell my soul?" Dean asked.
"You don't remember?" Sam asked. He felt bad enough that Dean had sold his soul for him, but would feel even worse if he actuallyhad to tell him.
"No. Why would I sell my soul?"
"I died and you sold your soul to bring me back," Sam admitted, hanging his dead down the whole time.
"How did you die?" Dean asked. He was obviously not on the ball if he let Sam die.
"I was stabbed in the back."
"Literally or figuratively?"
"Both," Sam smiled.
"A guy named Jake," Sam was getting very uncomfortable. He wasn't sure why, other than the fact that he never liked thinking about the time that he let himself be killed because of all it had caused.
Sam sighed. "Because a demon told him to," Sam settled on a partial truth.
"What happened to this Jake guy?"
"Good. Did I kill him?"
"No, actually I did. You killed the demon, though."
"You mean I exorcised it?"
"No, you killed it."
"OK, now I know you're lying because there's no way to kill a demon."
"Yes, there is, but I don't feel like getting into all that right now. I'm just so glad you're back, even if you can't remember anything. What's the last thing you remember?" Sam asked wondering how far this went back. He figured it would probably right before his abduction to Cold Oak.
"We were about to celebrate my 25th birthday."
Sam wasn't expecting that. That was a while ago. It was kind of weird, though. He just realized it was sometime around his 25th birthday. He wasn't sure of the exact date.
"Well, if there was ever a cause for celebration, this is it," Bobby said. "What do you boys want to do today?"
"Whatever Dean wants to," Sam said at the same time Dean said, "Whatever Sam wants to."
"OK, we'll do what I want to," Bobby said. "Let's go for a beer."
Sam and Dean woke up at the same time. "How did we get here?" Sam asked.
"I don't know the last thing I remember I was in the hospital talking to Cas. Sam, I need to tell you something," Dean said. He had done so much bad in Hell, he didn't want to tell Sam this, but he had to. "I broke the first seal."
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.
"I broke the first seal when I started torturing souls."
"You didn't know, Dean," Sam reassured him. "It's not your fault. The important thing is that we stop the last seal from breaking. OK?"
"OK," Dean said, but he didn't really mean it. He could never forgive himself for what he had done.
Sam was secretly glad of this information. Dean was always so high and mighty, he figured this would bring him down a peg or two.