Dean clenched his flip phone in his hand, holding it against his ear as he sped down the road, jaw tight and green eyes a mixture of anger and desperation.

"Dammit, pick up!"

He shouts when he hears your voice on the voicemail again. You'd gotten into a mild fight over being bait for the vamps you were hunting; Dean absolutely refusing to let you offer yourself up like that no matter how strong he knew you were. In the end you'd taken off in tears, probably on the way to your dad's house and fuck, Dean didn't want to deal with Bobby at 2 am. But he would if it meant making things right with you. He calls you again, praying that you'd finally respond. He hadn't bothered to change out of his pjs since he figured you were just going outside to cool off and then you'd come back but clearly you'd had other ideas.

Voicemail again.

"Hey baby."

Dean sighs, rubbing his hand over his face before returning it to the wheel.

"Sweetie, I'm so sorry, so damn sorry. But I need you to tell me where you are. Tell me right now. I gotta know you're okay. You better have gone to Bobby's and not the freakin' vamp nest."

He grits his teeth, taking a deep breath.

"I love you, sweetheart. Call me back."

He hangs up, starting to speed faster down the road.