Sam walked backwards and forwards in the motel room. Dean had been out all night. Usaully he would've ditched the girl by now and made his way back. Usually he would have been home 4 hours ago. Sam had been up all night looking for a hunt when he started to panic. What if Lucifer found him? Then again, with Lucifer, Sam still thought there was no hope. He could tell Dean thought it too. Sam knows his brother too well. Maybe Dean just fell asleep. Stop worrying, Sam told himself. Dean can look after himself. Sam put himself to bed and within half an hour fell into a deep sleep...

"Sam." Cass? Sam turned around and sure enough Castiel was there standing next to a large tree in the wheat field they were in.

"I'm dreaming, aren't I?"

"Yes. Sam, you have to find Dean. He is in trouble."

"Trouble? What kind of trouble? Where is he?"

"I don't know. Dean prayed for my help but, he didn't know where he was." Prayed? He really must be in trouble.

"Wait. If he prayed for your help, why aren't you helping him?"

"I feel like I'm close to finding God." Sam was beginning to get angry.

"Well right now isn't Dean more impor- Oh, yeah, that's great. Just disappear when i'm in mid sentence!"

Sam woke up and grabbed his weapons. Dean had walked to the bar so the Impala was still outside. Sam drove to the bar. Thoughts were circulating in his head. What could've taken Dean. Dean is always so tough. Invincible. If he was taken it was likely for Sam to fail saving his ass.

Sam walked in through the bar door. The smell of cheap beer and cigarette smoke engulfed him. The bar was old, cheap and tacky. There were no girls there, well, apart from the big woman with the glass eye and grey, grizzled hair. Definitely not Dean's type of bar. Sam decided to talk to the bar-tender. He walked up to the bar. The huge bar-tender gave Sam a mean look.

"What'aya want?" He said in a rough voice.

"I want to ask a few questions." Sam replied.

"What makes ya think i'm gonna answer them?"

"Oh, i'm pretty sure you'll answer." Sam displayed the big stack of money he had in his hand. $50 he won from betting on pool.

"Ok, fine. I'll answer. What'aya need t'know?"

"A guy might have come in here about 5 hours ago. Leather jacket, dark hair?"

"Yep. I remember him. Came in, got a beer and started hittin' on this pretty, young girl." Definitely Dean.

"What happened?"

"Well, they went."

"Where? Which direction did they go in?"

"I don't know. I were distracted by a customer."

"Ok. Well thanks for your time." He handed the money over and went out to look for clues on what could've happened.

Sam searched the alley outside. There had definately been a fight here. Bins and crates were knocked over. Sam looked on the floor for anything that might've been dropped in the fight. He looked for only 2 minutes when he found something he recognised. A ring. Dean's ring.