Dean was passed out, he'd drunk himself over the edge yet again but who could blame him? He lost his best friend, both of his fathers were now dead, Dick's still at large and his brother's seeing Lucifer every time he brushes his teeth. It wasn't until the phone rang for the fourth time that he opened his eyes.
Dean groaned. His body was stiff and uncomfortable. He had dribble down the side of his mouth and he didn't smell too good either. Slowly, he sat up and looked around the empty, silent motel room. No Sam. This wasn't too much of a surprise anyway, since of late; his brother hadn't been able to stay in the same place for too long without ripping his hair out. It took Dean a few moments to process that the sound that woke him up was his cell. He stretched out his arm and picked it up. 'Unknown number' the caller ID stated. "Hello?" Dean half yawned, half spoke down the phone. "Is this Dean Smith?" The voice on the other end replied. Dean frowned and then his heart began to race. Sam. Sam. Sam. He's the only one to know to call himself 'Smith' when he's in trouble. "Yeah, this is him" Dean said, more clearly now. "I'm calling on behalf of your brother, Sam. He was involved in an accident earlier, if it's possible; could you please come down to the General Hospital?" The calm voice spoke to Dean with almost a soothing tone about it. But, Dean couldn't care about that. All his mind could focus on were two words 'Sam' and 'hospital' and with that, he hung up the phone, grabbed his keys and hurried out the motel. When it came to his little brother, there's nothing Dean wouldn't do and nowhere Dean wouldn't go to protect him.