Entry 7.14/08
Sam's driving like a madman and the thing is back on the front seat. I could puke.
The fuel in my pipes feels twice as thick and hard to squeeze past the smallest places inside my engine. Something's wrong.
This feels too much like when Dean was gone, dead, and the fact that I haven't seen him get out of the motel room where he and Sam were staying, only makes my worrying harder to swallow.
Sam wouldn't leave Dean there, I'm sure of it. Sam wouldn't leave Dean there and take me away. I mean, it's not like that never happen before, but that one time there were demons involved.
Well, there's demons involved now... but Sam ever only drives like this for Dean. I just hope that we're running towards him. Something's very wrong.
