John and Dean pulled up to the hospital to inquire about Sam. They found out he hadn't been back. They waited a couple of hours and then headed back to the hotel. "Dad, where could he be? That Burt guy must not have let him go."
"Don't jump to conclusions, Dean, maybe he brought him back to the hotel, because he didn't want to have to deal with answering questions," John replied.
When they got back to the hotel room it was empty. They called everybody they could think of and nobody had seen him. John called George, "Where the hell is my son?" he screamed into the phone.
"I don't know, I told Burt to let him go. I'll call him and find out what's going on."
"You better, if I don't get my son back, you're dead," John threatened.
George hung up and called Burt. "Where's the kid?" he asked.
"Got him on ice," Burt replied. "Need a little favor from his dad."
"I promised John that you'd let Sam go if he let me destroy the Colt," George informed him.
"Shouldn't make promises you can't keep," was Burt's only reply as he disconnected the call.
George called John back, "Burt still has him, he said he need you to help him with something."
"What?" John asked.
"He didn't say."
"What's his number?" John asked.
George gave it to him, hung up and planned his disappearance. When John got Sam back, or didn't, there would be hell to pay and he didn't want to be on the receiving end.