[ More than two minutes pass. More than ten, in fact. He doesn't see Dean's message at first—busy trying to gather his bearings, get Sam on his fucking horses—until it reappears as he's riding back.
His fingers tighten on the reins. Realization is beginning to sink in about exactly what may have happened. He is fine now. Sam is not. ]
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His fingers tighten on the reins. Realization is beginning to sink in about exactly what may have happened. He is fine now. Sam is not. ]
I'm a day out.
Meet me on the main road.