Dean stepped out of the motel room, the clanging of metal still in his ears as the amulet clattered to the bottom of the bin. A smile played at his lips. He had never felt this free, never felt this happy in a long time. He was no longer tethered, he was no longer lost. He had lost faith, yes, but he had gained something else. He had a purpose and he knew his purpose. It felt good, to be cut from Sam. After all, he could float on his own, he was a big boy now. It was finally time to save himself.