“He’s missing, Cas! He’s— I have no clue where he is or how he is. He could be—”

God, he didn’t even wanna say the word.

Sam had been missing for nearly a week now, and Dean? Well, Dean was just about losing his mind. He didn’t eat, he didn’t sleep, he barely even showered. All his time was spent looking for Sam.

He was there when Dean and Cas left for the hunt. Dean knew that because, well, he had called Sam about an hour before he disappeared. When they got back to the bunker, he just… wasn’t there. It was like he had vanished. They checked everywhere. The kitchen, the library, the armory, the basement. Everywhere. He just… wasn’t there.

And then, they had found the tiniest trail of blood in his room when Dean went to check there for a second time.

That made him see red.

For the next week, he did every kind of research he could. He searched high and low for his brother, killing any monster that got in his way. He… well, he definitely pulled out some—courtesy of Hell—torture methods on some demons when trying to find him. But nobody, not a singular person, would tell him where Sam was.

Cas was… worried, to say the least. Yeah, he did just as much research to find Sam, but Dean was going insane. It was like he wasn’t himself anymore. Nothing mattered to him anymore. Nothing but finding his little brother.

“Dean, I uh, I hate to say it—”

“Then don’t.” He snapped back at Cas as they drove back to the bunker from their latest visit with the local Crossroads Demon. He had never been so serious about something, he had never been so dead set on something. But this? Well, he wasn’t giving up until he found Sam or he dropped dead doing it.

“He’s out there. He’s gotta be out there. I know it.” He said to Cas, seemingly trying to reassure himself more than the angel. “Cas, if he’s not out there. If he’s— If my baby brother is— God, I don’t know what the hell I’m gonna do.”