Dean eyes followed Sam when he got up to walk across the room, from where he was sitting at the edge of his bed. Sam had his cell in his hand and was frantically trying to make a call, probably to his girlfriend back in Stanford. Dean glanced over to the worn plastic clock above the door of the bathroom. It had passed five in the morning,
Sam appeared to be having no luck, he looked frustrated, perhaps a little scared. Dean frowned, wondering if this was related to the nightmare, chances are it probably was.
"It's five in the morning, Sam, she's probably still asleep," Dean said carefully, keeping his voice neutral.
Sam appeared to be having no luck, he looked frustrated, perhaps a little scared. Dean frowned, wondering if this was related to the nightmare, chances are it probably was.
"It's five in the morning, Sam, she's probably still asleep," Dean said carefully, keeping his voice neutral.