Bobby's gone...but is he? Dean's been doing this job long enough to trust a feeling...and his feelings tell him, there's something there. Is it Bobby? Or just Dean's grief playing tricks on him.
Dean stopped in the doorway and turned his head, listening, reaching out with his hunter's instincts. What was that? What was that feeling? Like something was there, just beyond his grasp….
He shook his head and pulled the motel door closed as he walked back to the car.
Sam watched as his brother slid into the driver's seat. "You get what you need?" he asked.
"Yep." Dean held up the flask.
Sam nodded. "Ahh." He leaned back, looking at Dean out of the corner of his eye. "You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm good. Why?"
"Dunno, you look..." Sam shrugged.
Dean thought for a moment. "It's just...I thought…." He looked at Sam, his brother's brows knitted in concern. "It's nothing Sammy. Don't worry about it. You're right, it's just grief or whatever." He reached down and turned the key in the ignition....
