Dean hasn’t been the same since Bobby got shot and eventually died in the hospital.

He became more quiet and distanced himself as he focused on working his ass off to try and figure out what the hell Bobby meant when writing those numbers on Sam’s palm.

Sam’s tried to talk to him, which of course didn’t work. So that left you to try and talk to him.

Sam was out since this one girl called him in distress talking about how her father hadn’t been back in a few days — presumably a hunter with a hunt gone wrong.

You and Dean were in Rufus’ old cabin, Dean standing in front of the messy pile of papers with that sequence of numbers on it as she stared at it so hard you thought that a hole would be burned into it.