Nate dropped me off with the ambulance and then took off to find Bobby. I ran in with the EMTs, and when we got in the building, they pushed Sam and Dean off to a group of nurses and doctors.

"How long has he been unconscious?" A nurse asked me about Sam.

"About fifteen minutes before you guys got there," I said and watched as they wheeled him off in a different direction than Dean, "Where are you taking him?"

"He needs an MRI. You can stay with him, okay?" The nurse said to me and gestured to Dean.

One of the other nurses, wheeling Dean, turned to me, "What is your relation to them?"

Dean groaned in pain, "She's our sister."

I ran with them to another room. Dean was fighting back, trying to get away from them, he looked delirious.

"Hold him down!" One of them yelled.

"Hey!" Dean yelled, trying to fight back.

"Dean, you have to calm down," I told him through tears.

They ripped his jeans open so they could see his leg, it was bulging out in strange places, and the doctor nodded at one of the nurses.

A younger male nurse walked up to me, stepping in between me and the rest of the room, "We are going to need you to wait in the waiting room…"

"What?!" I yelled, "No! I'm not leaving my brother."

He nodded, understandingly, "I know you want to stay, but it'll be better for both of you if you wait outside. I promise I'll find you when we move him to another room," He looked at me with sincerity in his eyes, "Okay?"

I nodded, my chin quivering, "Okay."

He put his hand on my shoulder and turned me toward the exit, "I'll walk you out."

A little while later, the nurse came out and got me. He led me to Dean's room and then nodded at me with a smile, closing the door behind me. Dean was unconscious, he had a Cast on his right leg all the way above his knee, and he was hooked up to an IV drip.

I walked up to the IV and realized it was labeled Morphine, which wasn't good because we needed to get out of here as soon as possible. I pulled the tape off of Dean's arm and pulled the needle out. Then I re-taped it down with the needle above the skin. In Case a nurse or doctor came in to check, I didn't want them to see that he was no longer hooked up to the IV.

Then I stepped outside of the room, closing the door behind me and stopped the first person in scrubs, "Hey, have you seen or heard anything about my brother? Super tall, shoulder-length brown hair, came in unconscious."

She nodded, "Yes, I actually just left him."

"Can I see him?" I asked.

She shook her head, "Not right now, I'm sorry. He's still unconscious and needs to get a few more tests done."

I nodded, "Okay, thank you," I turned and walked back into Dean's room and then called Nate, after a few rings he answered, "I need your help, I've gotta get Sam and Dean outta here. Sam is unconscious somewhere in the hospital, and when Dean wakes up, I still have his broken leg to worry about."

"Okay, yeah, no problem," He said, "Me and Bobby are on our way anyway."

"You found him?" I asked, relieved.

"Yup," Nate chuckled, "He saw the flames and kept driving. I didn't see I had a few missed calls from him with all the chaos."

I breathed out in relief, "Oh, thank God."

"We will be there soon. Don't worry," He said and then hung up.

I paced around, waiting for the drugs to wear off enough for Dean to wake up. I walked up next to him and shook him a little, "Dean, I need you to wake up," I shook him again, but there was no movement, "We need to get out of here," Still, there was no response, so I groaned and went back to pacing.

Then finally, after about fifteen minutes, Dean groaned groggily, "Oh, no, no, no."

I ran up next to him and removed the tape and needle, "We have to hurry, okay? I know you're drugged out, but we have to get going."

Dean nodded lazily and then sat up, throwing his legs over the other side of the bed.

"Oh, no, no. Wait," I tried to run to the other side but was too late by the time he had already hit the floor. When I peered around the other side, he was looking up at me in confusion, "Your leg is broken."

He touched his Cast, "Yeah, I can see that," He looked at it in child-like amusement.

I reached my hands out to him, "I need your help, okay? I can't lift your dead weight."

He grabbed my hands and immediately started pulling before I was ready, so he was just pulling me to him.

"Okay, hold on, stop pulling me," I said, trying to stand my ground.

"You said you needed help," He said, continuing to pull, "I'm helping."

"You're not helping, just stop pulling for a second," I said, and he stopped, "You have to bend your good knee. How am I supposed to get you on your feet with both of your legs straight out?"

He shook his head, trying to shake the drugs off, "Oh, yeah," He bent his knee, putting his foot flat on the floor.

"Alright, you ready?" I asked. He nodded, and then I started pulling, but he was literally doing nothing to help me, "Dean, I need you to help."

Dean looked at me, distraught and confused, "You want me to help. You don't want me to help. Tell me what you want, woman!"

I raised my eyebrow at him, trying not to laugh at this never before seen, pathetic display of my brother, and I couldn't help but laugh.

He looked sad and confused, "Why are you laughing? Am I going to be stuck down here forever?"

"What? No," I squatted down in front of him, "Don't get upset," I put my hand on his cheek, "Listen, I'm trying to help you, but you have to push off of the floor with this leg," I pat his left knee, "I need your help, okay?" I asked, and he nodded sluggishly. I stood up and grabbed his hands, "Okay, ready? Push," I said, but as soon as we started to make some progress, the door opened, and we both jumped.

"Bobby, you're alive," Dean said, looking at him in amazement.

"'Course I am," Bobby shrugged and closed the door

"Oh, thank God, you are here," I said.

Bobby gestured at Dean, "Why is he on the floor?"

"They gave me morphine," Dean slurred, "A lot," He nodded at me, "Maddi, left me down here."

"What?" I snapped, "Are you kidding?"

Bobby chuckled, "Oh yeah? Looks to me like she is tryin' to help ya," He leaned over and grabbed Dean's arm, pulling him to his feet so he could sit on the bed.

"Hey, look, a monster broke my leg," Dean said, pointing to his leg, "Oh. Wait… The house. We thought you were dead."

Bobby shook his head, "Well, I ain't. Not yet. But we got to run. This place ain't safe. Where's Sam?"

"They said they were doing tests on him, last I heard was an MRI," I said.

Bobby nodded, "Meet me at the ambulance dock, stat. Nate's waiting outside for us. I'll find Sam," He nodded at me and then walked out.

"Maddi?" Dean said, upset, "I'm a gimp."

I nodded, "I know, but that's okay because…" I walked over to crutches that had been left for Dean against the wall, "You've got these," I leaned them up against his bed and then grabbed his clothes off of the side table, "Here," I handed them to him, "Get dressed so we can get out of here."

It took a while for Dean to get dressed, there was a lot of struggling and swearing, but eventually, we finally got him ready. He limped around on his crutches, swaying every so often. By the time we made it out to the ambulance, two doctors were charging toward it. Dean and I quickly got in, next to Nate, who was in the driver's seat, and he took off immediately.

"Where's Sam and Bobby?" I asked frantically.

"They're fine. They're in the back," Nate said and squealed out of the hospital parking lot.

Having nowhere else to go, Bobby got us set up in one of Rufus's cabins in Whitefish, Montana. Bobby and Nate left to get some groceries and meds. Sam was still asleep in the other room, so Dean and I sat on the couch to watch some TV together.

He cleared his throat, "I need to talk to you about something."

I furrowed my brow, "Yeah?"

"You need to listen to me and don't get mad," Dean said.

I gave him a look, "Well, by the way you're saying that… I can't promise anything."

He sighed, "When Nate and I were driving to that Case, he told me something, that honestly makes me worried."

I tightened my jaw, already feeling angry, "What?"

"Um," He cleared his throat, "You guys were alone, and you were apologizing to him about something and then you, uh," He cleared his throat again, uncomfortably, "Wanted to have sex—"

"What?!" I yelled.

"Hold on.," He said, "He said when he told you no, you reacted like he was rejecting you."

"Oh my God! Why the hell would he tell you any of that?!" I shouted.

He shrugged, "He thought I should know."

I shook my head, "It has nothing to do with you. It's none of your business!"

Dean sighed, "Look, the kid is still scared that I'm going to kill him if he looks at you wrong. If he told me that, then he is sure as hell worried about you, which makes it my business."

I shook my head, "I literally can't believe this."

"I already agreed that whatever happens between the two of you is your business, and even if I don't like it, I won't interfere," Dean said.

"So, then what are you doing right now?" I asked.

He shook his head, "I'm not interfering. Nate and I are worried. We both agree that we don't want you to feel like you have to use anything as a way to escape whatever messed up crap is goin' on in your head. I've gone down that road, and it leads to nowhere good."

I scoffed and shook my head, "Well, I'm glad you two came to an agreement about what's best for me," I stood up and grabbed my coat, "I just wanted to feel normal again! Do normal things that I enjoyed doing before!"

"Where are you going?" Dean asked.

"I just need some fresh air!" I yelled, "Don't worry, gimpy, I'll be back," I turned to the doorknob, "Hey!" I looked at him, "When your buddy comes back, you can tell him that he never has to worry about me wanting to have sex with him again!" I whipped the door open.

"Maddison! Come on!" Dean shouted, but I slammed the door behind me and stormed down the stone driveway.

"Go to hell, you son of a bitch Cast!" Dean shouted from within the house.

Three Weeks Later

I still was not feeling great. I was tired from my nightmares, and I just felt drained. I had been trying really hard not to rely on my powers when I was feeling anxious, but sometimes I couldn't help it. I knew it was getting worse, though, because it was just taking longer and longer to heal now. Thankfully I had been hanging out with Dean and Sam in the cabin, so I hadn't had any panic attacks aside from waking up from the nightmares when I had them.

Sam was sitting at the table reading while Dean and I sat on the couch, fully invested in a telenovela we had become addicted to over the past couple weeks.

"Ricardo!" I yelled at the TV and wiped a tear away, "Why'd you have to do this to me?!"

Sam chuckled.

"It's not funny, Sam," Dean said defensively.

"Guys, it's just a show," Sam shook his head and continued reading.

"It is not 'just a show'!" Dean and I yelled at him.

Sam shook his head and scoffed, "Whatever."

Bobby and Nate walked in a Moment later.

"Dude…" Dean said to Bobby, "Ricardo."

"What happened?" Bobby asked, looking at the screen.

"Suicidio," Dean said.

Bobby nodded and shrugged, "Adiós, ese," He tossed the keys to the Impala to Dean, he and Nate had driven out to Bobby's to get it, "Well, this ought to cheer you up."

"My baby," Dean said happily, "Now I just got to get this stupid Cast off, and I can drive again."

"So, how is it out there?" Sam asked.

Nate scoffed, "Weird."

Bobby nodded, "Yeah, with a side order of bloody. Talked to a few hunters. They're running into the same kind of thing that set up shop at that hospital."

Dean nodded, "Yeah, and don't forget, tried to kill us at your place."

Bobby sighed, "Well, consensus is they're, um, they're like shapeshifters only a lot more into eating folk. And nothing can kill 'em."

"Good times," Dean said sarCastically, "Anything else?"

Nate nodded, "Yeah. They bleed black goo."

"Like that stuff that came out of Cass… those things from Purgatory. Uh… Leviathan," Sam said.

Bobby nodded, "Yep."

"What about those chompers that you and the sheriff saw at the hospital? They still making spleen-burgers?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, we made some calls," Bobby said, "That doctor never showed back up to work. Ditto a nurse and some administrator. They took off."

"So, they could be at any hospital in America," Dean said.

Bobby nodded, "Yeah."

"What do you think, Sammy?" Dean asked, but Sam was zoning out, "Sammy?" He asked again, with no response, "Hey, ground control! Sam!" He yelled.

Sam squeezed his hand and sat up, "Yeah. What? I'm— I'm right here."

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine," Sam said.

We all kind of just stared at him for a Moment, knowing that was entirely not true.

Bobby nodded, "Good. Every last bit of info I ever had burned down, so…"

"What about this place?" Dean asked, "Rufus leave anything? Did you check the basement?"

Nate nodded, "C-rations and dust."

"I don't think he'd been here in years," Bobby said, "So, I got to go round up my old library."

"I thought most of those books were one-of-a-kind," I said.

Bobby nodded, "Yeah. That's why I stashed copies all over the place."

"Okay, good. Um… Hey, uh, two-legs," Dean looked at Sam, "We're fresh out of grub. Want to make a run?"

Sam nodded, "Sure. Yeah."

Dean tossed Sam the keys to the Impala, "Be careful with her, would you?" Sam nodded and stood up, "And, uh, Sam?"

"Yeah?" Sam asked.

"Pie," Dean said.

Sam smirked and nodded, "Obviously," Then he left.

Dean sighed, "So?"

"So what?" Bobby asked.

"Before you guys bail again… 'Girl, Interrupted' over there. Any thoughts?" Dean asked.

"Looks to me like he's doing better," Bobby said.

Dean raised his eyebrows, "Better? What do you mean, better? You just saw him!"

Nate shrugged, "He checked out a little, but he came back."

Bobby nodded, "That's progress."

"You guys are kidding!" Dean shouted.

Bobby sighed, "Look, seems to me that Sam's head ain't no different than your leg. People heal on a curve."

"Not diff—" Dean scoffed, "Bobby, I get this thing off in five days, I'm golden. Sam's not a curve. He's a frickin' time bomb."

Bobby shrugged, "It ain't like he's keeping secrets. What you see is what you get. What's so nuts about calling an upswing?"

"Because that's not how it works, Bobby, ever!" Dean shouted, "Alright? Especially not with Sam. The other shoe is gonna drop. It's just a matter of when."

Bobby nodded, "Okay. How 'bout we worry about today's problems? And today, we need intel. We're going. You sit there and stew. we'll check-in," He looked at me, "Wanna go with us?"

I shook my head, "Nah, I'm good, thanks."

Bobby nodded as he stood up and looked at Dean, "Look… You sitting here wringing your hands ain't gonna do nothing. Maybe he'll surprise you," Then he walked out.

Nate turned back and looked at me, "Maddi, you want anything while we're out?"

"Nope," I said.

He nodded sadly and closed the door behind him.

"Still not talking to him?" Dean asked.

I shrugged, "Nah."

A little later, Sam walked in with some grocery bags, he put some on the counter and handed one to Dean.

"Ah, thank you," Dean said happily.

"Yep," Sam said, and then Dean turned off the TV, "Where's Bobby and Nate? They take off?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah," He sighed, "Hey, Sam, how you doing?"

Sam shrugged, "Fine."

Dean nodded, "I mean, you still, you know…"

Sam sighed, "Yeah, no, I— I know what you mean. Yeah, I'm— I'm still seeing crap that's not real. But, yeah, I'm fine. I mean, I can tell the difference."

"Think it's getting better?" Dean asked.

"Honestly?" Sam shrugged, "Uh… I don't know. I just know I'm managing it, so— so don't worry."

Dean pulled out a small clear box holding a cake and looked at Sam, "Where's the pie?"

"I got cake. It's close enough, right?" Sam asked.

I shook my head, "Not even close to the same."

Sam shrugged, "Sorry," Then he walked away.

Dean looked at me in disappointment and set the cake down on the coffee table.

The next morning, Dean and I woke up to a girl screaming on the TV and noticed a note had been left on the coffee table.

"Dean," I said, pointing to the empty spot where his keys used to be.

Dean shook his head, then pulled out his phone and called Sam. Then shook his head angrily when he didn't answer, he checked his phone, "Oh, you gotta be kidding me! Damn it, Sam!"

"What?" I asked.

"He turned his GPS off," Dean said and called Bobby on speaker, "Other shoe!"

"Other who?" Bobby asked.

"It's Sam. He took off," I said.

"Where?" Bobby asked.

Dean shook his head, "I don't know. Nowhere good."

"Well, maybe he needed a little 'me-time.'" Bobby suggested.

Dean nodded, "Yeah, but his 'me-time' ain't just him. I mean, for all we know, he's road-trippin' with Lucifer somewhere."

"I assume you called," Bobby said.

"Straight to voicemail," Dean snapped, "He turned his GPS off, too. And he took my car!"

"Don't panic," Bobby said.

"Too late!" Dean yelled.

Bobby sighed, "Look, he says he's okay, so give it a couple of days. Just 'til you get the Cast off, then hunt him down. 'Til then, we'll all just keep calling."

Dean nodded and sighed, "Alright," Then he hung up and looked down at his Cast, "You're goin' down."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Just hand me my crutches, please," Dean held his hand out.

I stood up and handed him his crutches, and then he stood up, looking around for something. He limped his way into the garage and found a small power saw.

"Dean, what are you doing?" I asked nervously.

"I'm getting this thing off," He said as he turned the saw on.

"Uh, I don't know if this is a good idea," I cringed as he put it closer to his Cast.

He looked up at me, "You got any better ones?"

I shook my head, "No, I guess not."

He nodded, then put the saw to his Cast, and dust began flying everywhere.

We drove down to the gas station at the end of the hill and walked in.

"How you doing?" Dean nodded at the clerk, who nodded back, "Uh, was there a, uh, big guy in here yesterday?"

"That's specific," The clerk smirked.

"Uh, I mean big. Like about yea high?" Dean asked, holding his hand above his head, indicating Sam's height.

The clerk nodded, "Yeah, maybe. Uh, brown hair?"

Dean nodded and pointed at him, "Yes! Yes. That's him. Do you, uh… You remember what he bought?"

The clerk shrugged, "Snacks, maybe?"

"How about a paper?" Dean asked, "Do you have yesterday's paper?"

The clerk nodded and pointed to a basket sitting on the floor, "Yeah, right there."

"Oh," Dean picked the newspaper out of the basket, the first headline on the front read, "Ice Pick Killer Strikes Again," He looked at the clerk and held up the newspaper, "Do you mind?"

The clerk shook his head and waved him off.

We drove into the town a few hours away. Dean parked and got out so he could speak to the coroner. I waited outside for him to return.

Dean opened the door a little bit later and sighed, "Missing pituitary glands."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Back in '98… Me and Dad hunted something called a Kitsune," Dean explained.

"Okay?" I asked.

He shrugged, "It's pretty rare, but their meal of choice is pituitary glands."

"So, you think Sam knew that and is hunting it?" I asked.

Dean nodded, "I know he is. He did all the research for us when we were hunting it. Plus, the coroner said an agent matching Sam's description already asked him everything I was."

I shrugged, "Okay, he's working a job. Let's go back, you may be out of your Cast, but you should probably still be healing."

He shook his head, "No, why would he pull the whole Houdini act?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe he was bored. We have been cooped inside that cabin for a few weeks."

Dean nodded, "Okay, so let's say he was bored. He could've just said something, right? I mean, hell, he could've taken you."

I sighed, "Dean, I don't know. Clearly, you aren't going to let it go until we find him, so what is your plan when we catch up with him?"

"I got a few ideas," Dean said and started the Impala.

We ended up finding where Sam was staying. It wasn't that hard because there weren't many motels in town, and he had used a fake name we were familiar with, so we waited inside for him to return. When we heard the key turn in the doorknob, Dean stood up and waited by the door. Then the door opened, and Sam looked in at us, shocked.

"Howdy, Sam," Dean said and punched him in the face, making Sam fall back and land in a bush.

I jumped up immediately, "Really, Dean?!" I ran out to Sam, "You don't think he's had enough head trauma lately?!"

"New rule," Dean reached out and pulled Sam up, "You steal my baby, you get punched."

Sam got to his feet, and we walked back inside.

"The hell were you thinking, Sam, running off like that?" Dean asked, "I mean, for all I know, Satan could have been callin' your plays."

Sam grabbed a can of soda from the fridge and held it to his head, "Dean, look, how many times do I have to tell you? I'm fine."

Dean nodded, "Oh, yeah, no, you're a poster boy for mental health. You have any idea the kind of horror shows I had going on in my head?"

Sam sighed, "Dean, I left you a note. There was a job in town."

Dean nodded, "A Kitsune. Yeah. Yeah. No, I know. And you ignore our phone calls, why, exactly?"

"Because I wanted to take care of it. And I did. I took care of it," Sam said.

Dean furrowed his brow, "Really?"

Sam nodded, "Yes."

"Where's the body?" Dean asked.

Sam shook his head, "There is no body."

"Why not?" I asked.

Sam sighed and hesitated, "Because I let her go. She's gone."

"You what?" Dean shook his head, "Why?"

Sam looked down and sighed, "Because I met her when I was a kid. When you and Dad left me and Maddi so you could hunt that Kitsune. I took Maddi to the library to do some research for you guys, and I met a girl named Amy. When we left, I saw her getting harassed by some kids, and I helped her out, got hit a few times myself, so she invited us back to her house to get us some food and ice for my eye."

"Okay?" Dean asked, listening to the story, neither of us getting it yet.

"We were hanging out, having a good time, when Amy heard her Mom pull into the driveway. She had me and Maddi hide in the closet, so her Mom wouldn't see. She said it was because boys weren't allowed over, but she genuinely looked afraid," Sam explained, "Her Mom came in and told her that they needed to pack up and leave because she was being tracked by two hunters in a 'piece-of-crap Impala…"

"Hey," Dean interjected.

"Not the point of the story," I said to him and turned my attention back to Sam.

"I knew then that they were the Kitsune you guys were hunting, but I also knew that I really liked Amy. I thought she was a good person," He sighed, "I mean what she was? She could've easily taken me and a four-year-old out, but she didn't," He shook his head, "Anyway, she convinced her Mom to go get the van ready, so she could pack. When her Mom went outside, I stepped out of the closet, ready to kill Amy. She was a monster, and I was a hunter, that's what we are supposed to do, right?" He asked and then shook his head, "Neither of us wanted to hurt each other, so she told me we needed to run. I grabbed Maddi, but when I went for the door, her Mom came back. She almost killed us, but Amy took her out instead," He sighed, "Amy is the reason you didn't find me and Maddi dead the next day."

Dean shook his head, "You never told me that."

"I never told anyone. I mean, can you imagine what Dad would have done?" Sam shook his head and chuckled, "Maddi, almost gave me away, but you and Dad just thought she was telling one of her monster stories."

Dean nodded, "So, you saw the article in the newspaper, and you just bolted."

"It was my mess," Sam said.

"And you call letting her go cleaning it up?" Dean asked.

"She killed her own Mom, Dean, to save us," Sam said.

Dean nodded, "I hear you, Sam. I do. But look at her now. She's dropping bodies, man… Which means we got to drop her, no matter how many merit badges she racked up when she was a kid. I'm sorry, but it's that simple."

Sam shook his head, "Nothing in our lives is simple."

Dean sighed, "Look, man, I get it, okay? You meet a girl. You feel that spark… There's nothing better. But this freak?"

Sam nodded and grabbed his jacket.

Dean shook his head, "I didn't mean—"

Sam glared at Dean, "Yeah, you did. Look, I see the way you look at me, Dean, like I'm a grenade, and you're waiting for me to go off."

Dean sighed, "Sam…"

Sam shrugged, "I'm not going off. Look, I might be a freak, but that's not the same as dangerous."

Dean shook his head, "I didn't say—"

"It's okay," Sam interrupted, "Say it. I've spent a lot of my life trying to be normal, but come on," He shook his head, "I'm not normal. Look at all the crap I've done, look at me now. I'm a grade-A freak. But I'm managing it. And so is Amy."

"Is she? How?" Dean asked.

"She works at a damn funeral home, so she doesn't have to kill anyone, Dean," Sam said, "She's figured out how to deal."

Dean nodded, "Okay, well, then explain the bodies."

"She's done," Sam said and shook his head, "Her friggin' kid was dying, Dean. Put any of us in her position. We'd probably do the same thing. Look, you don't trust her. Fine. Trust me. Dean, please."

Dean sighed and looked at me.

I nodded at him, "He deserves at least that."

He nodded and looked at Sam, "Okay."

"Seriously?" Sam asked.

Dean shrugged and nodded, "Got to start sometime, right?"

Sam and I walked into a Biggerson's to order food, while Dean waited outside.

Sam looked down at me while we waited for our food, "Thank you."

I furrowed my brow, "For what?"

"For having my back, back there," Sam said.

I shook my head, "I literally didn't do anything."

Sam smiled and nodded, "It was enough."

I shrugged, "Well, I'm not taking credit for Dean making the right choice," I grabbed the bag of food as they set it on the counter, and we walked out.

"You really think that it was the right choice?" Sam asked.

"What? Trusting you?" I nodded, "Yeah, of course."

He shook his head, "No, I mean, letting her go."

I shrugged, "I don't know what I think about that…" I sighed, "I guess we are too used to thinking this job is just black and white, but it really never is," I looked up at him, "You knew her, though, if you think she is a good person, I'm okay with going with that."

He nodded with a smile, and we continued walking out to Dean, who was on the phone.

He nodded, "Bozeman. Right. Got it. Thanks," He hung up the phone and looked up at us, "That was Bobby. We'll hole up in Spokane tonight. We'll meet him tomorrow. Why don't you drive?" He said and tossed the keys to Sam.

"You gonna punch me again?" Sam asked with a smirk.

We pulled up in front of a motel about ten minutes down the road.

"Hey, why don't, uh… Why don't you guys check us in? I got to hit the candy store," Dean said and shook a bottle of pills, "Doctor's orders."

Sam and I got out, and I looked back at Dean, "Hey, while you're out… You wanna grab a cake?" I smirked.

Dean chuckled, "Oh, yeah. I'll make sure to bring back some pie."