"What did you say?"
"You heard me," Bobby growled.
"But – where is he?" Dean gasped. "How can we reach him? I –"
"His letter said he tried to call you but you changed your number."
Dean was silent.
"Why didn't you two give your brother your new numbers?" Bobby demanded, wanting to reach through the phone line and shake the stunned hunter.
"Dad didn't – we didn't –"
"You left him out there on his own." Bobby said, astounded. He'd known the two older Winchesters were furious at Sam for leaving, but to cut him off completely? "Jesus."
"He left us."
"Yeah, well, now his girl's been murdered and the cops are after him," Bobby said wearily. "You think he deserves that?"
"Bobby . . . "
"You can feel guilty later, Dean. Focus. You know him better than anyone. Where would he go?"
There was a pause. "Pastor Jim, maybe. Or Caleb?"
"I'll call them. First I need to talk to your dad. Is he there?"
"Uh . . ."
Bobby frowned. "Spit it out, boy."
Dean's voice shook. "Dad went on a solo hunt a month ago. He's not answering his phone. I got no idea where he is."