A/N: I couldn't think of anywhere to go from last chapter so hope this is okay. AND IT'S ACTUALLY A DECENT LENGTH. As always, all comments are welcome.

A/N2: I have a new Cas POV fic up and would really appreciate your comments. Shameless self-promotion, I know, but I want to know if it's worth continuing.

Dean didn't reply. It's not like I expected an instant reply, but, well, I didn't think he would ignore me. I was understanding for the first few hours, he was probably asleep. God knows he needed it. But after his mandatory four hours were up I called him. No answer. I started to get pissed. Because I refused to believe the reason he hadn't texted or called was because he couldn't. Because Dean-friggin-Winchester had to be okay. The alternative just wasn't acceptable.

After 8 hours, I called again. And again. I was lucky Sam had an exam tomorrow and consequently was oblivious to everyone and everything because I was dangerously close to blowing our cover with my blatant use of Dean Winchester. That would be kinda hard to explain if Sam heard. After 10 hours, I was terrified. Yeah, there could have been a perfectly reasonable explanation but something was wrong. Seriously wrong.

At the 12 hour mark, I was going to go crazy if I didn't do something. But what to do. I couldn't exactly say hey Sam, you know your family? The one I'm not meant to know anything abou? Have you heard from them recently? Why? No reason. Just have a feeling your brother, who I know exists, is seriously ill.

I called Haley. I regreted telling her about Dean but at least I could talk to her about him. And she wasn't close with Sam so she wouldn't say anything. Haley didn't pick up. I don't hang up until I get to voice mail. She must have been in a lecture.

At 13 hours, I'm pacing like crazy and even Sam, in his revision drowned state, has noticed and asked if I'm okay. I tell him I'm fine. Just restless.

At 14 hours, I needed to sleep but I was too wired. I called Dean again and didn't expect him to answer but my heart still lurched in disappointment when his voice mail told me to leave a message. I didn't bother. Instead, I baked cookies in a futile attempt to distract myself.

At 15 hours, I took the cookies out the oven and laid them on a cooling rack. I wanted to scream that Dean's hurt and nobody knew except me. And I don't know who to tell.

At 16 hours, I came up with a plan. A desperate, stupid plan. I tried to tell myself I'm over reacting and it hasn't even been a day yet but I just knew that Dean's not okay. However, I don't want to rush back to the motel if he was fine or if he was just sleeping or if he had 'company' or if he'd left the motel and I walked in on someone else or if he'd just lost his phone or it was out or batter or… Well, you get the picture. What I needed to do was phone someone who might have been in touch with Dean. If no-one knew where he was… The I could take more drastic action. I walked into the sitting room and cast my eyes over the explosion of textbooks and papers. Sam was frantically reciting a defendant's rights and didn't even notice me hovering in the doorway, heart beating frantically. I saw his cell by an empty mug of coffee that's been refilled so many times it's permanently stained. It's also my mug but I could get angry about that later. When I know Dean's okay and I can laugh about how silly I was. I forced myself to wait. To come up with a plan because if Sam notices me taking his phone then it's all over. I made my way over to Sam and kissed his check.

"Hiya baby. Coffee?" The words felt awkward and forced in a way that never applied to my conversations with Sam.

Sam lifted his head and looked at him like he hadn't seen me in days. "Oh God, yes. What would I do without you?"

I felt my face smile feeling strangely detached as my mouth formed the appropriate response. "Crash and burn." I picked up his -my- mug and swiped his phone and slid it into my pocket and pad into the kitchen to make coffee. I might be a terrible liar but it looks like I make a brilliant thief.

After I delivered Sam's coffee to him, I escaped to our bedroom clutching my prize. I opened his cell and ignored the twinge of guilty. Dean had to be my priority. I scrolled down the contact list before I realised I had no clue who any of these people were and who could help. I looked through it again and can to rest on a Dad. Sam hated him. Dean loved him. Both were covered in scars. But at least I knew who he was. I mean, the next name up was Caleb. That could be Sam's old soccer coach for all I knew. Sam told me he used to play. But to call John Winchester. The force that had torn Sam and Dean apart. The guy that made Sam's eyes burn with anger at the mere mention of the word 'Dad' or 'John'. It felt like a betrayal. But what else was I meant to do? At the sound of Sam stirring I snapped to the present. I quickly copied the number into my cell. I could decide later.

It turned out Sam was just going to the bathroom. While he was doing his business, I put his cell back where I found it then fled back to our bedroom while I gnawed on my lip and considered my options. I could drive back to the motel. But Sam had the car keys in his pocket from a coffee run and I really wasn't up to creating a suitable lie. I could assume Dean was fine and just broke his phone or something. However, the chances of that were slim because when I left he really wasn't up to going, well, anywhere. My third option was a tell Sam and get him to call someone. How the hell could I explain though? Besides I promised not to tell Sam anything. I never promised anything about John. My final option was to call John. And while you always have choices sometimes you don't have any good choices. Right now it was looking like the best one was to call John Winchester.

TBC…

A/N: I wanted her to call Bobby but couldn't find a way to make that believable