He got to his feet when Dean got back, gathering his own bag full of clothes and packing away his laptop in its bag... God, couldn't believe he was actually packing up to leave, that this was it. "... Where do we go, Dean?"

He just knew they had to go, he hadn't had time to figure out the where yet. "Not back to Dad... besides--" He shrugged, pausing. "He'd-- tell him too, I think. I don't want to risk anyone figuring out how to get hold of Dad." Not that it was easy, really.