Sam heard things through his post orgasmic haze and surfaced out of his deep sleep.
That was Bobby's voice! His actual voice!
Carefully, so as to not wake Anne, he slipped out of the bed and took a fast shower. His leg was still slowing him down, and he'd forgone footwear entirely, but he had on basketball shorts and a tee shirt as made his way downstairs. No one was in the kitchen, but if he knew Dean...they'd be in the garage. Sam limped steadily to the pretty much hangar sized car house and saw the hat before he saw the man.
"Bobby!" He called out, smiling from ear to ear and making his way towards the old man with his arms out.