As Sam paced the trashed room, you collapsed onto the rumpled bed, the note Dean had left crumpled in your hand. You were shell shocked. You had known that Dean had changed, that the Mark had always affected him more than he had let on. But you had never imagined coming into a room trashed like this, to find that Dean had left the keys to Baby behind. Yeah, he probably had a feeling that you and Sam weren't far behind. But he loved Baby, cared for Baby probably more than was healthy. Anyone could have opened the broken door, and found them laying on the bed.

A tear rolled down your cheek, landing on the crumpled paper. It had been meant for Sam, but he had passed it your way when his throat wouldn't let him talk. You could tell he was just as torn up as you, as shocked by the turn of events. 

"What do you think he's going to do?" You asked Sam, but you weren't sure if he heard you, or could understand you through your tears. He kept pacing, back and forth, stepping around the broken furniture, his long legs eating up the ground of the small room. You watched him for a while, waiting for him to stop, but he kept moving, his hands running through his hair as he muttered to himself.

"Sam." You tried again, but he was so caught him in his own thoughts that once again he didn't hear you. You tried again, this time a little louder. "Sam!"

Finally he stopped and looked your way, his eyes red from grief. "What Y/N? What can you possibly have to say that can fix this situation?" He shot back at you, his grief turning into aggression that was fired your way. Your head snapped back at the words he shouted at you. You knew it was his grief talking, that Sam, your best friend would never treat you that way. 

"I'm sorry. Sorry that this seems to be another dead end. And for the fact that it looks like Dean has given up. But we can't give up! We need to figure out his next move and stop him before he does something crazy!" You told him, standing up and moving towards him. Your face dropped into a frown when he stepped back, shaking his head at you.

"I don't think so Y/N. I think it's too late, and we should have said our goodbyes to him a long time ago." He said sadly.

"Listen up." You ordered him. "We are not going to give up. We got lucky enough to find this place, we will find Dean. You are not allowed to give up. Because if you give up, then I don't know what I can do. You're my rock, the one who keeps me going." You told him before the emotions and frustrations hit you hard, and you fell to your knees amidst the crushed glass. The thought of Sam finally giving up, after the realization that Dean probably had was more than you could bare.

Your head was tilted down, your hair covering your face as you let the tears fall freely. You had no idea what else to do. You weren't sure if you could continue on without Sam. As your tears continued to fall, you felt hands on your shoulders, and you could see his feet as he crouched down in front of you.

"Of course I'm not giving up. I can't give up on Dean, he would never give up on me. I'm just frustrated, that's all." He informed you, tilting your chin up so he could see your face. He pulled you close to him, wrapping you in his embrace. "I'm sorry I made things worse. I would never want to hurt you. You're like a sister to me."

Sniffling, you tried to stop the tears. "I'm sorry. It's just been a really frustrating and emotional day, and it's all seemed to hit me when I heard your words."

"Don't apologize to me." He told you, before helping you to your feet. "Let's get the Impala and get out of this room before someone catches us and makes us pay for it." 

You nodded, glancing around, trying to see if Dean had left anything behind. You missed him so much, and you wondered what had happened to make him trash the room. Maybe he felt guilt for getting the hunter killed, or for hurting you and Cas earlier. Whatever it was, it made your heart ache for him.

As you turned to leave the room, you caught a glimpse of flannel hiding behind a chair, on the floor. Leaning forward, you reached down and pulled the shirt up, realizing it was your favorite flannel of Dean's. Hugging it to your chest, you followed Sam as he climbed into the drivers seat of the Impala. You slid into the passenger side, still clutching the shirt. You had ridden with Sam before while he drove the Impala, but something about this time made it seem wrong. You wanted to see Dean behind the steering wheel, tapping his fingers along to the classic rock song that should be playing on the radio.

Sam drove the Impala down the road, before pulling into a diner. "What are we doing here?" You asked him, as he turned the Impala off.

He turned to face you, the movement hard with his long body. "We have no leads, we have no idea where Dean even is. I thought we could stop here, regroup, come up with some ideas, and have a bite to eat."

You nodded, even though your stomach was in knots from the emotional roller coaster that you had been through that day. It was a small diner, with only three or four customers scattered throughout. Sam led the way to a faded booth, the formica counter top chipping in the corners. You slid in to the far side, while Sam took the bench across from you.

The waitress was prompt, and you ordered just a water to drink. Sam gave you a disapproving look, and you quickly added a sandwich and fries. He ordered the same, with a coffee, and she left the two of you alone.

"Well, now what?" You asked him.

"We need to get a new hotel room, then try to figure out something to research. It's a long shot, but maybe we can find something that will give us an idea of where to find him." Sam answered, just as your food was brought to you.

You picked up a fry, taking a little nibble of it. The first bite made you realize how hungry you really were, and you picked up the sandwich, taking a huge bite out of it. You glanced up, with your mouth full, to see Sam staring at you. "What?" You mumbled around your food.

"You just reminded me of Dean, that's all. I can see why the two of you are perfect for each other." He told you, before picking up his own sandwich. 

"We used to be. But with everything that's happened, we've changed so much. I hope after we help him, cure him, he will still feel the same for me." You told him, admitting your fears.

"Of course he will." Sam reassured you, before his cell phone went off. Pulling it out of his pocket, he looked at the screen before answering it, a look of confusion on his face. "Hello, who is this?" He asked. You could pinpoint the exact moment the voice on the other end answered, because his face went from a look of confusion to a look of utter shock.

"Dean? Where the hell are you?" He asked, his eyes wide as he looked your way.