Ever since the wall broke in Sam's mind, he has not been the same. He barely spoke and when he did, it was, usually, enochian. He could barely function it seemed, barely eating or anything. He could hardly stand to be around anyone.

Sam was kept in the panic room. You, Dean, Cas, and Bobby often checked on him to see if he was getting better. It started to seem like he finally was. Slowly- very slowly -but he was getting better.

Sam looked up at you as you entered the room. He opened his mouth to speak- it came out gargled, and you weren't sure at all what he was trying to say. But at least he was talking and it sounded something like English.