She sizes him up as she walks past, and Dean can't help but appreciate her confident, rolling stride. Too bad she's hip-deep in the mess Sammy's making.

Damn it, he'd told him --

He stops right there before the fear that's clenching his gut can rise up to choke him. Dean waits for Sam to come inside, then closes the door. Hard.

When he yanks it open again, the sound and bustle of the bar comes through.