Disclaimer: see chapter one
A/N: Last chapter in Dean's first week back. Thanks for reading.
The cabin was empty when he got there. He'd found his own clothes. Re-drawn every ward and sigil.
He'd found Sam's phones and torn the cabin apart looking for some clue as to what his brother had done and where he was.
He'd found nothing.
Finally, he'd poured a glass of whiskey. One was enough to warm his belly and tip him over into exhaustion.
He slid to the floor, back wedged into the corner, eyes facing the door, ears tuned to the strangely familiar noises outside.
Knees drawn to his chest, he vowed tomorrow he would find his brother.