Happy belated birthday Swellison!
The card had a classy silver bevelled edge. Just one word was handwritten in black italics on the front – "gone".
Dean frowned.
"Sam?"
"Yeah?" Sam was in the bathroom.
So if Sam wasn't gone….
Dean yanked the door open – there was no Impala outside the motel room.
"SAM!"
"What?"
"She's gone! Someone's taken her!"
"Who?"
Dean couldn't speak - just pointed at the card.
"Holy crap!" "Okay Dean, just breathe in… and out… that's it."
Sam was stunned. The thought that someone would steal the Impala had simply never occurred to him. Then he remembered the date.
April 1st.
Bobby!