A/N: What Sam did when Dean left him to look for his angel.
Here's hoping I managed to pull off Sam's voice well enough…
Sam's path brought him back to the motel that Dean and he had been at the night before. The bell on the front door of the check in rang as he walked in. A bored teenage boy stood at the counter, flipping through a magazine at the front counter. Sam walked up to the counter and stood there for several moments with the acne-scarred teen stalwartly ignoring his presence. He cleared his throat loudly and the boy sighed heavily, as if doing his job was the greatest tragedy on the planet, and looked up at Sam.
"Whaddaya want?"
"My brother left something in the room we just checked out of, I came back to find it."
"Name and room number?" he looked disappointed that he was going to have to work.
"Thompson and room 13" and really, staying in room #13, what had they been thinking? It was liking they were asking for something to happen to them. The teen looked over the computer screen at him and pushed him a key.
"Cleaning crew's already been through, so if you don't find what you're looking for go to talk to Lynette in the office by the laundry; she's the only cleaner in today."
"Thanks" Sam said, but the boy was already reading his magazine again and Sam no longer existed to him. He rolled his eyes and sighed exasperatedly as he left the office and walked to room 13. He went in to find the beds made and new towels on the rack. He looked in the trashcan, sure enough it was empty. He growled, frustrated, and locked the door behind him before heading to the cleaning office.
He knocked on the doorframe of the open door before entering. Another teenager, this time a girl with bottle blonde hair, was sitting behind the desk with her legs kicked up, listening to music on her iPod. A cleaning cart was pushed up against one wall. Sam stood in front of the desk for a bit before she opened her eyes and realized he was there. She yanked out her earbuds and dropped the iPod.
"Gosh, I'm sorry. I'm on break, I didn't see you there." She sounded sincerely apologetic and much nicer than the boy he'd previously spoken too.
"No, it's okay. I should have done something to let you know I came in."
"So what can I help you with" the girl batted her eyelashes at him and Sam suddenly realized why she was being so nice to him, he mentally sighed.
"Well, my brother and I were staying here last night and he left this necklace here when we left. It's pretty important to him and I need to get it back. We were in room 13 and the kid at the front desk said you cleaned that room, I looked in it and the necklace was gone so I thought I'd see if you saw it anywhere." She looked at him seriously and then reached down to the desk drawer and pulled out the amulet.
"This necklace?"
"Yes!" Sam nearly shouted in relief "That's it." She looked at him incredulously.
"If it's so important why was it in the trash?"
"Dean was sort of…angry at something and he threw it out, but I know he'll regret it later if I don't get it back. It was a gift to him from me and…" the only thing I had left of him when he went to Hell because of me, was what he wanted to say, but that really wouldn't work. "It's important to him" he finished, lamely.
"Yeah, okay, I was just gonna put it in the lost and found at the front desk tonight anyway. Here ya' go" she handed the necklace to him. Sam smiled his most brilliant smile in thanks and she seemed pleased.
"Thanks so much" he said.
"No prob." She went back to her iPod and closed her eyes. Sam walked out of the room after leaving the room key on her desk, not wanted to confront Mr. Teen Angst in the front office again. He looked at the necklace, knowing that Dean wouldn't want it back just yet and so he slipped it on over his head and under his shirt. The amulet was cold against his skin, just like the first time he'd put it on after burying Dean in a pine box. At least this time Dean was still alive.
Sam started walking back the way he came. He was getting pretty hungry and that diner was sounding better every second.