Dean's POV
John was gone.
Dean had searched a few of his old haunts and called up a few people but he hadn't heard anything back on him. He had even called in a favor from an FBI agent he had saved a few years ago to try to find him.
He was pissed.
For all he knew, John could be dead and while he hated the bastard he didn't want him dead. He was still family.
He already knew where he was last and he had plans to go and drag him back. Maybe even yell at him; he had made him use up a valuable contact to find him. One that he could have used for something else in the future.
It pissed him off.
At least John had left the impala. Driving baby always calmed him down.
Didn't mean he wasn't going to shoot John when he saw him again.
