Not long after Sam left, Dean woke disoriented. This wasn't their bed. Not their home. For one crazy minute, he wasn't sure where he was or what happened. Then he had a puppy in his face and things started to come back to him. Fuck. "Sam?"

No answer. He shook off the urge to worry and huddled back down under the covers with Ozzy curled up beside him. Sam would be back. He probably just needed to blow off some steam.