You and Sam were deep into the research, ancient texts spread across the table. Meanwhile, Dean had "found a lead", leaving both of you in the motel room alone.

Hours passed, and Dean hadn't returned. There was a silent understanding that dean was just with a random girl, and honestly? It pissed you off that he does whatever he wants at night while you both feel the need to spend hours looking for important information.

"Think Dean's gonna be back soon?" you asked, glancing at the door as you flipped through another dusty tome. Sam shook his head "Knowing Dean, he'll take a while. When he gets like that... well, you know how it goes."