Sam had meant to ask Dean about the meetings, but he hadn't had the time, and considering recent events, he hadn't have the energy, either. In the end, he'd been on his way somewhere else--even thinking about something else--when he thought of the meeting all at once. He couldn't remember when it was supposed to be but he remembered thinking that he could show up and get some kind of perspective... maybe he could ask someone.
This time he got his chin up and his attention outward before he ran into Fred. He recognized her from behind: the unmistakable distant way she looked at everything with her chin tipped upward was distinct. One hand came out of his pocket and he put it on her shoulder with a friendly, "Hey."