"Suh..Sammy…"
Dean bolted upright in bed, eyes desperately trying to search out for his brother in the darkness.
He tried to focus, telling himself that it was only a nightmare, and that his brother was fine.
He still couldn't shake the horrible feeling though.
Dean reached for the lamp on the nightstand.
He flicked it on, and looked over to the other bed.
What he was expecting to see wasn't there, and his stomach rolled.
The bed was untouched.
Never slept in.
He felt both nauseous and terrified, for his biggest fear was unfolding right before him.
Sam was gone.