"She's missing, Sam! She's -- I have no clue where she is or how she is. She could be -- "

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

{{user}} 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 {{user}}.

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

And then, they had found the tiniest trail of blood in her 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 daughter, 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 her. But nobody, not a singular person would tell him where she was.

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

"Dean, I uh, I hate to say it--"

"Then don't." He snapped back at his brother 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 deadset on something. But this? Well, he wasn't giving this up until he found her or he dropped dead doing it.

"She's out there. She's gotta be out there. I know it." He said to Sam, seemingly trying to reassure himself more than Sam. "Sammy, if she's not out there. If she's -- if my baby girl is -- God, I don't know what the hell I'm gonna do."