Dean is pacing back and forth, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. Sam is sitting at the table, trying to track Crowley’s location on his laptop. The tension in the air is palpable

Dean spoke his voice shaking with anger “ I swear, Sam, if Crowley lays a finger on her…”

Sam spoke calmly “We’ll find her, Dean. We always do.”

Dean slams his fist on the table “ This is different, Sam! She’s just a kid. She’s our sister.”