It's late in the afternoon when Sam finally awakens from his long sleep, longer than he's slept for many, many years. He walks over to the small kitchen area in his and Dean's hotel room and makes a cup of coffee to wake himself up a bit. It's cold outside from what he can see out the misty window, the snow is falling down relentlessly and it's not likely that it will stop any time soon. Sam turns his head towards his brother's empty bed; he's probably out getting food or something, maybe he's gone to see Cas, even. Ignoring the fact that Dean hasn't come back since yesterday evening, he turns back as the water has already boiled. After making the coffee and drinking it while looking for information on the case they're working on at the moment, Sam gets ready to go interview some of the surviving victims. He gets the fake FBI badge out of Dean's bag and puts on a business suit to look more professional, more like an agent than a wandering hunter. It's freezing cold outside when he finally emerges from the room, but that doesn't stop him from noticing that the Impala is still parked on the same spot where Dean left it yesterday. That's never a good sign when it comes to him, he'd never leave Baby alone in this weather. He takes his phone out of his suit pocket and quickly dials his brother's number, hoping that he would answer it and erase his worry, but that doesn't happen. Instead of hearing Dean's annoyed voice, Sam is greeted by a recording of it that tells him to leave his name, number and nightmare after the beep, which makes the situation more worrying. He then decides to call for Castiel, expecting that he would know something, anything, about Dean's whereabouts.
"Castiel..."-he says in a rather shaky tone, probably because it's very cold and the only thing remotely heat-preserving is his thin suit jacket,- I need your help, so could you please get down here? It's about Dean."
A familiar wing-waving noise makes Sam jump up full of hope and he's greeted by a worried expression on Cas' angelic face.
"You said there was something wrong with Dean?"- he asks, looking Sam straight in the eyes in order to find out something more, but all he sees is panic.
"I need your help to find him, he didn't come back last night."
They share a moment of silence. both trying to come up with a good idea about what to do next. They're both thinking the same thing, What if he's just with some girl and hasn't woken up yet? What if he just got really drunk and is currently too hung over to answer his phone or find his way back to the hotel? , but neither of the two want to admit that something else could be at work.
"I'll look around town."- Cas says after a minute; he has this ability to look around a certain area without actually going anywhere, which is really useful for any given situation, but Sam can't help but look away when his eyes go into the back of his head and he starts mouthing unrelated sentences, it looks too creepy.
"Anything?"- he asks impatiently after a couple of minutes, still too grossed out to look at Cas.
"He's definitely not in town at the moment, but i sense that he was a couple of hours ago. He didn't go on his own, that's for sure."
"Okay... We should start there then, if he only has a couple of hours ahead of us, we just have to figure out where he could have gone in that time, right?"
"We don't even know what took your brother, Sam. He could be halfway across the world by now, depending on what it was."
"Well then we'll find that out first, Cas. We can't just wait for him to come back on his own, if he can."
They look at each other, both unaware of the fact that someone is watching them from afar, listening in on their conversation and following their every movement. It's a low-ranking demon, but more important is who he's working for, who he's gathering the information for; someone who is very high up in the demonic food chain and is ready for revenge over the brothers and their angelic friend.