As she walked into the lobby from the elevator Sam was tearing through the front doors. "What are you doing here?" She asked casually.

"No, what are you doing here?!" He shot at her. "You said you wouldn't do this!"

"I just wanted to see if he knew anything."

He grabbed her arm as she tried to brush by him. "Don't lie to me."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Kayla."

She threw her hands up. "He wouldn't do anything okay? He wouldn't even let me do it myself."

"Well remind me to send him a thank you card."

But the rejection of the next idea brought on new sense of loss and her eyes teared up. What else could they possibly do? She looked at him and finally noticed his appearance; blood soaked through his shirt from a concealed wound under his shirt. His cheek was bruised under his eye, in short, he looked like crap.

"Why the hell do you look like you lost a bar fight?" Her voice was still angry, defensive even but she still wanted to know.

"Well that demon did exist, and he was a nasty one."

"You went after the demon alone?!"

"You weren't exactly answering your phone!"

"What's wrong with you?" She shoved him back. "Going after that thing alone was stupid, it was suicidal!"

"Are you seriously going to say that to me? Like you weren't just upstairs five minutes ago trying to get him to take you to hell?"

Kayla tried to argue but the words wouldn't come out. He was right, and Dominic was right.

"I know you're hurt, you're broken but this isn't the way to deal with it." He hugged her. "We're gonna figure this out."

"Yeah, bang up job so far."

"But we're not giving up."

She swallowed and looked at him. "You promise?"

"Of course."

The way he looked at her that exact moment reminded her so much of Dean. The protective compassion in his expression was heart wrenching and she knew he was right. They had to keep trying, they had to keep it together because when they did get Dean back, he would need it.