One a.m. and Dean still wasn't home.
Sam had put the pizza into the fridge hours ago. The dvd's he'd rented from the convenience store down the street still waited on the floor in front of the television.
Sam was trying hard not to freak out. He'd been counting on this night all week and Dean had promised he'd be here. He'd promised. And Dean had never broken a promise to Sam, ever.
Something had to be wrong.
He heard a fumbling at the door. Relieved, he jumped up as it swung open and Dean fell into the room.