Dean headed back to the motel still concerned about Sam, who had gone off on his own. His concern did not diminish when he saw Jen sitting on Sam's bed in the motel room waiting.
"You're not with Sam?" Dean asked.
Jen looked away instead of answering right away. Dean took the opportunity to sit down beside Jen on the bed.
"I don't know where he is. We've been drifting apart for a while. I'm not sure I ever really got him back completely from when you were gone. Lately, it's been getting worse again, though. He's nearly closed himself off to me."
Dean sighed. He could see that Jen and Sam weren't as close as they were before, but he didn't realize how far they had gotten. He looked over at Jen, but her gaze was adrift out into nothing. He had never seen her look so lost before.
"Jen?" He questioned, trying to get her attention back from wherever she had drifted off to.
She turned to meet Dean's gaze at her name, and gave him a small smile. "It's okay. I'll be fine. I'm just worried about Sam."
Dean nodded. "You and me both."
For a moment the two sat in silence. Then Dean stood up from the bed and turned to Jen.
"Well, I, for one, would like a beer. Why don't we go have some beer." He smiled at her, trying to pull out as much charm as he could. Jen smiled up at him.
"Yes. I think some beer would be an excellent idea."
She rose up slowly and moved toward Dean, and he offered his arm to escort her. She took it and then headed out the door in search of libation.
Dean knew it was only a short term solution, but they didn't have anything else.