Before she had left for her dinner date with Sam, Sarah had shown Dean into a guest room of her house . . . a room that was hardly ever used. Dean had tried to decline her hospitality, but she'd insisted. So now Dean sat draped across a comfy reading chair with "A Tale of Two Cities" by Charles Dickens resting gently in his lap. He was deep in thought as he read, when he was suddenly jerked back to reality by a soft knock on the door. He closes the book and sets it carefully on the small table beside the chair. Dean stands up, giving a slight stretch and walks over, opening the door.

Sarah steps into the room and takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

Dean: "So? How'd it go?"

Sarah glares at him for a moment, as if it were entirely his fault. "I don't want to talk about it."

Dean: "That bad?"

Sarah: "Well there's definitely something wrong with him . . . and you too . . . you're both just so different . . . can you fix it?"

Dean: "Well . . . I've got an idea about what happened, but I'm not sure how to 'fix' it yet . . . "

Sarah: "Well . . . is there anything I can do to help?"

Dean gently shakes his head no. "Until I know more about what's happening, there's nothing any of us can do."

Sarah tries not to look too disappointed "Oh, alright then . . . well, it's late, and I think Sam already left with the car . . . so you're more than welcome to stay here for the night . . . we never use this room much anymore . . ."

Dean: "Oh, I could nev-" He gets cut off by Sarah.

Sarah: "Please, I insist . . . and if there's anything I can get you . . . coffee, cookies . . . mini quiche?" remembering back to when she'd first met him at the Auction House

Dean smiles "Thanks, but I think the only thing I'd like is access to a computer . . . I left mine in the Impala . . . I didn't think Sam would leave without me . . ."

Sarah: "I'll bring down my laptop, you can borrow it . . ."

Dean: "Is there an internet connection in here?"

Sarah: "The whole house has been set up for that wireless internet trend . . . my laptop will connect from anywhere in the house . . . I'll be right back with it." She smiles and exits the room to get her laptop.

Dean walks over and picks up the book he'd been reading . . . with a sigh, he walks over and places it back on the shelf where he'd found it earlier. He didn't want to leave the room looking like a mess. He reads over some of the other titles as he waits for Sarah to return.

With another gentle knock, Sarah enters the room, balancing her laptop with one hand, and a small plate of cookies in the other.

Sarah: "I know you said you didn't want anything, but I can already tell you're going to be up all night doing whatever it is you'll be doing, so I brought you a few cookies." She hands him the plate and sets her laptop on the end of the bed.

Dean: "Thank you Sarah . . . and you'll be the first to know if there's anything to help with."

Sarah: "Oh, not done yet." She pulls a bottle of water out of the back pocket of her jeans. "Water for after the cookies." She smiles . . . she didn't want him to have to stop researching for even a second . . .

Dean laughs. "Thanks again . . ."

Sarah: "Well . . . I'll see you in the morning I guess . . . bye Dean . . ." She walks out of the room, quietly shutting the door.

Dean sits on the bed, leaning back against the headboard and opens the laptop. While he waits for the internet page to load, he munches thoughtfully on one of the cookies Sarah had brought him. Then, he gets to work . . . his gut instinct was screaming at him that time was running out . . .