Emotion

Dean had to haul ass. Time was, once again, not on his side—there was no missing this. His legs carried him, ever faster, back to the motel room. He had to get Sam. Someone would die if he missed this, he would make sure of it.

Dean panted, yanking open the door. “Sam… come on! Quickly!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!”

They ran together down the street, faster than they ever had before. The clock in the town square chimed and Dean pushed himself as far as he could go.

They ran into the diner together, panting. “Did we miss breakfast?!”