"Yeah, Bobby. We are." Sam puts the wrench back in the toolbox, heading back inside. He sincerely hopes Dean is ready for this, because its happening. There's no stopping it now. And Bobby deserves to hear the truth. Even if it disgusts him.

Sam sinks onto the couch, but he doesn't relax back knot it. He's fidgety and nervous, wondering if this is the last time he'll ever be welcome in this house.