Bobby approached the cabin with a heavy heart. It had been over a week since Sam had somehow - incredibly (miraculously was a term he refused to consider these days, there were no damn miracles left in the world) - returned to them, and he hadn’t been able to get up the courage to come and visit. Admittedly, that was mostly because this was Dean and Castiel’s cabin, and he and Dean had been having their awkward spell... which they seemed to have got over now, much to his relief.
Still, this troubled him just as much, or more.
Haing recruited Andrew and Carrie Harding - two of the older and more sensible kids in camp - to help him get up to the front door of the cabin with a few stategically placed planks, he knocked awkwardly once they’d left. Castiel was usually watching Sam these days, but he knew Bobby would be coming over.
There wasn’t need for much conversation. The fallen angel just said he wouldn’t be far away, just in case, and left them alone. Bobby wheeled himself into the room and closed the door, taking a deep breath before finally taking his first real look at Sam Winchester in five years. It wasn’t the most inspiring sight, and Bobby felt his heart ache at the thought of the suffering this young man had gone through.
“Hey there, Sammy,” he said softly, moving a little closer. “It’s good to see you again.”