"Or maybe it's because Dean trapped you the last time by putting a trap on the ceiling," Sam told her, rolling his eyes. He folded his arms over his chest and moved to the drivers side of the car. Leaning against the door, he kept his gaze on the street that surrounded them. He glanced back and forth, fighting off the wave of excitement that beat it's way through his system at the idea of this person actually being Jessica. His Jess. The woman that he'd planned on marrying back when he was in school. The one shot at normality that he'd once had. All taken away. But maybe not anymore. Maybe it was all about to change.
"Did you give her a time?" Sam asked, glancing off at Ruby. An image flickered just beside the demon. It was John Winchester, wearing a scowl.
"Even on my dying day, you had something smart to say, didn't you? I died thinking that you hated me, son. I'll never be at peace."
Sam quickly looked away, ignoring the voice that only he could hear.