Sam wasn't paying attention, instead just looking down the hallway and fidgeting nervously. He needed to find some gum. He was getting antsy and if he couldn't write he needed a piece of gum or something.

He also was hoping that no one here would remember him from the last time he lived here. The next door neighbors hadn't liked the idea of a junkie in this place. And while Sam had been clean for almost 2 months now between the hospital, Cas and Jo's... he still bore the scars under his baggy clothing.