It was slowly filtering back. Sam's brain had been prepared for the memories by having all of his memories of Hell returned to him and Castiel taking on the worst of the broken edges. These memories, at least, weren't of pain and torture. These were memories of love and trust and, most of all, a feeling of home that he's never had anywhere other than lives where Jessica and Gabriel (or whatever names they happened to have that lifetime) and Dean were all in his life.

"Not every lifetime." There had been a few where Sam was alone but for Dean. Or where, like this life, he'd only ever had one or the other at a time. But they were few and far between, really.

He reaches up, brushing his fingers against Gabriel's throat again and tilting his head into Jessica's touch. "You get that it's going to be a while until I believe this is real, right?" Because sleep fogged and exhausted even now. "Though, even if you might be a hallucination, if one of you guys could help me to the bathroom, that would be great." Because he absolutely isn't sure he could make it on his own.