DISCLAIMER
Supernatural and "Machida" belong to the WB. I only own anything you don't recognize. And I don't know where Stanford is, so the next chapter may be unrealistic.
When Dean woke up hours later, he frowned. He could sense something was wrong, but he wasn't sure what.
"Sam?" he queried. Receiving no answer, he frowned.
"Sammy?" he called sharply. Still nothing. Concerned, Dean removed his knife from underneath his pillow and climbed out of the bed. His eyes looked around the room. Had something happened to his little brother? No, that couldn't be right. If some thing had gotten in, Sam would've said something. Then, he noticed a piece of paper on his duffle bag. Confused, he walked over and picked it up.
Dean, by the time you find this, I'll be long gone. While you were asleep, I got a call summoning me back to Stanford. Given what happened between us, I figured you wouldn't want to back track, so I took enough money for a bus. Dean, please don't follow me. If I make it, I'll give you a call. At the risk of sounding like a chick, I love you. Sam.
Dean dropped the note. He couldn't believe it. Sam had left. He had left and hadn't even bothered waking him up.
"'Don't follow me'," Dean repeated with a scoff. "Who the heck do you think you're talkin' to, Sammy?" he questioned. With that, he grabbed his things, and headed out. He'd probably catch flack for not checking out and paying, but Dean didn't care. Sam was in danger and was gonna be there for him. Dean went to his 1967 Chevy Impala, put in the keys, started the ignition, and drove off.