"I — alright. Got it. It's good to see you, Chuck; see you again soon." Sam turns away and starts toward the cabin, giving the prophet a small smile. It's sort of insane, that he's seeing all these faces again. He tries to imagine what Cas could be like, if Dean's changed this much; the idea scares him a little. Cautiously, hesitantly, he knocks on the door. For some reason, now that he's wandered away from Dean, he feels exceptionally lost here.

He feels like he doesn't belong anywhere, but this place is sort of a bigger deal, right?

It could be home.