By the time Dean and Gordon showed up Kayla had exhausted her resources looking for Sam around the area. She had walked down all the side streets, gone to the local stores and turned every stone. When the door opened she looked up anxiously.

"Dean."

He smiled at her, that kind of glazed, I've had too much to drink smile. "Hey baby." Gordon walked into the room behind him.

"Sam's gone."

"What do you mean Sam's gone?"

"I mean, he went to the vending machine and didn't come back, gone."

"Maybe he went for a walk." Gordon smirked and pulled out a deck of cards. "He seems like the going for a walk kind of guy."

Dean nodded. "That he is. I'm sure he's fine."

"I went out looking for him Dean, I couldn't find him and he said he'd be right back."

He looked a little annoyed. "I said, he's fine. Sam's a big boy, he doesn't need you looking out for him."

"No," she snapped at him. "He needs you."

Gordon raised an eyebrow. "Your girl's got a smart mouth."

"Shut up." Dean shot at him, a little more defensive than intended, then turned back to Kayla. "Kayla, sweetheart, Sam's…"

"Whatever." She walked out and slammed the door, not like there was anywhere she could start to look for him right now.

Gordon sat at the small table and started dealing the cards. "Car is still here, he couldn't have gone far."

"I know." He picked up his cards and hid his concern; Kayla wouldn't be freaking out without a good reason.