He went out to get a newspaper and check the obituaries' section—often the inspiration for a new hunt. But that was hours ago. Sam frets, worries, calls Dean's cell and leaves frantic messages on the voice mail.
Midnight. Dean returns at last, so stinkin' drunk it's a miracle he found the right motel room. Sam helps him to the bed, where he collapses.
"She's gone, Sammy," he slurs. "Tol' ya, prayin's no good." Shockingly, there are tears in his eyes.
Sam takes a crumpled page from his brother's hand and smooths it.
Layla Rourke, beloved daughter, died...
Disclaimer
This story is based on the Warner Bros. Television/Wonderland Sound and Vision/Eric Kripke/Robert Singer series Supernatural. All characters belong to their original creators. The story is meant for entertainment purposes only and no copyright infringement was intended.