Sam followed Dean to the kitchen when he went to heat up the bottle, leaning back against the counter. He watched him get everything ready, quiet for a few moments. "So, we should probably think about our next move, Dean. I mean, we're coming up with nothing here. Bobby's trying and he's trying to dig up some of the stuff Dad's had him researching, but... I don't know. Just idling here feels like we're wasting more time than we might have."

Or maybe he was just being impatient, but damn... it felt like he'd been plenty patient already. Had for way too long.