Moonlight Dwelling

Dean just lay there on the floor after Sam walked out. He just couldn't believe that Sam just strangled him and left. He reached for his flask but it was empty.

"Great."

He was getting up when he cell phone rang.

"Hello."

"Did you find him?"

Dean felt glass crunch under him. He slowly stood up wincing.

"Yeah Bobby I found him."

"So he's okay."

"Oh he's just peachy going off with his BFF."

"What are you talking about boy?"

"He's gone Bobby."

Dean looked around the room hoping to find something to drink.

 By Barbara Desmond