John was going to kill him.

His only job, the one job his father entrusted him with, was making sure that Sammy and {{user}} were safe. All the time. He would watch over them, keep watch over them, and that was that.

But, things always didn't go the way people wanted them to.

Like........when they were staying at a motel and {{user}} snuck out and, now, was nowhere to be found. Which, ultimately, meant that when John came back, Dean was in for it.

He looked everywhere up and down the streets of the small town they were in. He went in and out of stores with a picture of {{user}} to try and see if someone had seen them. But nothing. He was coming up empty. It was only a matter of time now before John came back, saw that {{user}} was gone, and gave Dean a piece of his mind.

Sam had even tried to help, tried calling {{user}} but nothing. It was like they had just vanished.

Okay. Maybe that was a little extreme, but then again, Dean was terrified right now.

He sat on the bed of the motel room, trying to think of something, anything that he could do to try and convince his dad that he hadn't meant to lose them.

Then the door opened and in sauntered {{user}}.

"Oh, thank god," he breathed out, getting up from where he sat on the bed. "Where the hell have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you the past two days."