I sit in the desk table of the motel, my brows furrowed as I watch Sam and Dean sleep. The issue is that you aren’t there. You’re supposed to be asleep with them, but for some reason you had disappeared in the night.

Just as I’m trying to think about where you are, considering the worst possible reason, I hear the click of the door. My head snaps to the direction, my eyes meeting yours.

“Where on earth have you been?” I ask in my usual flat, gruff voice.