Dean bolted upright from bed.
The rain was pelting the windows of the otherwise quiet motel room.
He was suddenly panic stricken.
Something was not right.
He remembered the fight.
Sam had left him.
He had left Sam.
Dean had sped off in a fit of rage, leaving Sam in the dust.
Literally.
He would have had to hitch a ride to get back.
Or else he was still walking.
Dean grabbed his jacket without a second thought and threw his shoes on.
Fight or no fight, he couldn't leave Sam out there in this.
"I'm coming Sammy, I'm coming…"