For two years he sat and stared out of every window of every sleazy motel we went to. For two years he waited, waited for her to come back.

Sam hadn't seen him like this since their father died three years ago. He barely talked to anyone, didn't want to go hunting, wouldn't touch a single slice of pie and couldn't even bring himself to buy Busty Asian Beauties anymore.

He just wasn't...well, he just wasn't Dean.

The two brothers had been staying at Bobby's for a few days, gathering up some new resources for the road.

Dean hadn't spoken to either of them all day.

Instead he merely wandered around the house with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand, not even bothering to find himself a glass.

When they first arrived, Bobby took one look at him, shook his head and let them in. Muttering "Poor bastard." as Dean headed straight for Bobby's liquor store in the basement.

While Dean was down there, Sam told Bobby the whole story. He could only tell him parts over the phone, the line was bad and Dean was sleeping in the back seat of the Impala at the time.

By the end Bobby got up and went down to the liquor store too. When the two of them came back up stairs, Dean's eyes were red raw and Bobby looked on the verge of tears himself. The both had a bottle in their hands.

Sam didn't ask Dean if he was okay. He was there when it happened. No one would be okay after that. Not even Dean.

It was hard for Sam to see his brother like that. So fragile. Dean was supposed to be the strong one in the family. The warrior, the one that everyone could count on to be there.

They broke him. He just had nothing left.

But when that doorbell rang, it was like the Earth had shifted.

A small trace of a smile played on Dean's lips, a hint of excitement and longing appeared in his eyes. He jumped right off the couch and he almost ran for the door.

The rain hadn't let up for days, and that's part of the reason they'd stayed so long. Grey clouds covered the sky and lightning flashed in the distance as Dean pulled open the door.

There she was. Just like that. Standing there in the pouring rain. She was wearing the same clothes she had on her when they last saw her. Dean's sigh was one of relief and happiness.

But good things never last long out here.

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you. My car broke down and my phone's dead. Would I be able to use yours to call a tow?"

Silence echoed throughout the wholes house. Sam and Bobby had now come to see who was at the door. They too were speechless.

She didn't remember.