Anything For Dean Winchester

Chapter 6

Sam felt like he was about to go stir crazy. He had been patient with Dean and was trying his best to help but nothing seemed to be working.
"It's been six days Dean and we have not found anything. Not one book, chapter, paragraph, or even one line. Not one. Why don't we take a break? We both need it."
"I'm not leaving this Bunker until I find something to help him. We only have four days left Sammy."
"We have been through everything in here. Twice."
"Then I will start again and look for the third time!"
"We don't even know how to get a hold of him if we do find something."
"I already have all the supplies ready and sat out to perform a location spell!"
Sam sat down at his laptop and pulled a news story up. He faced the screen towards Dean and tapped the side of the computer to get his attention.
"I found a really easy case last week. Couple towns over. Looks like a Werewolf. Moon is phased correctly and everything. Let's get out of here, clear our heads, take care of it, and come back with a fresh view."
Sam had been trying for days to get Dean out of the bunker. Hell, he had been trying for days to get him out of just the library.
Dean skimmed over the story. Looking up to meet Sam's eyes he let out a tired and defeated breath. He knew Sam was right. They needed a fresh view if they were going to be successful the third time through the Bunker.
"Ok, Sammy. I will give you one day. The case solved or not we have to be back in one day."
"Deal. I really do think it will help us."
Both boys left the library to go and pack a duffle. Sam packed his duffle with the normal essentials. Like a couple extra shirts and pairs of pants, socks, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and deodorant. Then Sam moved on to pack another bag with all the silver bullets and knives he could gather together. They had a few things in the trunk of the car but not knowing how many Werewolves they were going to be facing he figured it couldn't hurt to be extra prepared.
Dean packed his duffle with one change of clothes and a ton of alcoholic beverages. When he finished he decided to write a note to Castiel In case he showed up and they were gone.

Dear Cas,
Sammy and I have been looking through the Bunker for days and have come up empty on something to help. Sammy found a case that should only take a day, at most two. It's a simple Werewolf case a couple towns over. Needed to get out and clear our heads. When we get back we will start looking again with fresh minds.
If you come to the Bunker DO NOT LEAVE!
We are not giving up!
I'm not giving up!
I need you, Dean

Sam entered the kitchen with both his bags over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?"
"Leaving a note for Cas. For when he shows back up."
"If he shows back up."
"When."
Sam turned his palms up in surrender.
"What did you say?"
"Just told him where we are going and if he shows up not to leave again."
Sam walked into the kitchen a few steps. He grabbed Dean's bag off the counter and tossed it over his other shoulder.
"I got everything we need. Hang it on the fridge where he will see it and let's go."
Dean walked to the fridge and placed the note under a bumblebee magnet that Castiel just had to have from the Farmers Market. Every other Saturday for months Sam and Castiel would drag Dean through the market picking out whatever rabbit food they decided to eat that week. Dean would complain the whole way through the market but at this moment he would give anything to have Castiel dragging him around talking about honey and how important the bees are to humans and the earth.
Hesitating before locking the Bunker door Dean wondered if leaving was a good idea. What if he came back? What if he was hurt or needed help and they were gone? What if this was not a simple case and Sam wanted more time to solve it? What if Castiel never came back to him? Dean knew better than to let the damn in his mind brake but he could not stop it from happening. Soon his head overflowed and was flooded with questions and what-ifs.
"The sooner we leave the sooner we get back."
Sam yelled to Dean as he finished loading their duffle bags and shut the trunk. He took his shotgun seat and buckled himself in.
Dean slid in the driver seat. He turned the key and let the purr of Baby's engine drown out his thoughts. He did not want to think anymore so he dug through the glovebox for a minute and finally located what he was searching for. Then he pushed a cassette tape labeled Best of Zeppelin Vol 2 into the radio slot. When the music started he cranked the volume up, put Baby in gear, and flung gravel taking off.