"It's like he's starting to fade, Bobby. Hollowed out." He fiddled with the phone. "He's jumpy. Distracted."
"It's almost time, Sam. He's probably hearing hell hounds."
He closed his eyes. "Oh, God. What can I do?"
Bobby sighed over the line. "Sam, you know your brother. Keep him occupied. Take him out."
"I don't have time. I've got a lead."
"You'll just have to decide what's most important to you."
He tossed the phone down as his brother walked in.
"Dean – you up for beer and all-girl mud-wrestling tonight?"
Sam decided Dean's smile and bark of laughter were extremely important.
Please read Chapter 4.