He looked up, halfway expecting to see Dean or Heather or someone in his doorway. Instead, it was the woman that he had spent his entire life wondering about. Mary Winchester. He instantly sat up, looking mildly surprised by her presence. Sam still wasn't used to all of this. First his Dad, now her. He was terrified that he was taking part in some dream and that he'd wake up at any second. What would he do then? Sam didn't know if he could handle having her back one minute and lose her the next.
It would happen. Especially if Azazel got what he wanted.
He forced a bit of a smile and scooted over to the edge of the bed. Swinging his feet down onto the floor, Sam glanced off at the plate that she had brought into the room with her and, just like that, his smile warmed a little.
His mother, bringing him food. She brought him food. And it wasn't just any food either. There were sandwiches! Little...cute sandwiches that she probably made herself! Again, the surprise took him over. He wasn't used to having someone around to do stuff like this for him. It was usually pizza and beer. That's pretty much what he grew up on.
"Ah, yeah," he started, rising to his feet. "Yeah, I do. Why don't you..." He moved across the room and grabbed onto the chair that was sitting in the corner. Dragging it across the room, he set it down beside the bed and nodded off to it. "Here. Sit. Or...the bed. You can have whatever you want. Whatever makes you comfortable." He wasn't about to turn her away, that was for certain. Sam wanted her to be around. But was he already pushing it with the talking too much? Sam awkwardly shifted in place and rubbed at the back of his neck. He really didn't know what he was doing here.