Sam hadn't even recognised it, he was deeply immersed in his documents and investigations while he cleared Dean up about the vampire and the different victims. When Dean finally woke up from his
trance, Sam was still talking something about plans, which he had when they would have killed the vampire. "... if we simply stay away from home some more days then?" Sam lifted his vision and Dean saw him into his eyes. "I know what's going on, Sam", Dean said and ran his hand shortly over his face. The last words of the memory still echoed in his head and felt like small nails being rotated through his scalp and got into his brain. "What do you mean?" Sam swallowed short-time, but Dean recognized it. "You want to hold me away from home that I won't be remembered of all, right? Of Lillian....", he stopped, "and of Cass..." Embarrased Sam looked to the floor. "I just thought... you just seemed to be happier", Sam said. "I thought, if you perhaps diverted you, then..." "Then I would forget?", Dean asked and smiled sadly. "I don't want to forget, Sam. Of course it hurts, to live through everything again and yet again, always expecting that my daughter runs out of her room and springs into my arms or that Cass comes around the corner giving me a coffee. But I don't want to forget only one day I was happy with both of them. I would suffer a very lot of pains for these memories." He stood up and began cleaning up the weapons that were in Sam's bag. His brother was silent, he didn't know what he still could say to convince Dean because Dean seemed to have made already his decision.
About one hour later they not longer resisted the embarrassing silent and got in the car. Because there was a vampire out there to hunt. Because Sam knew from which bar the vampire carried off his victims, both posted at the corner and watched the entrance. The night was bright, you could see the stars and the nippy night air kept Dean awake. Sam and he had decided to rotate starring at the door. The night club was open the whole night and till the early morning, so they should sleep sometimes. Sam kept an eye on the doorman letting in some young pretty ladies again and again and sending away others. It didn't make sense to Sam because every of them looked good and he couldn't recognize a sample. Dean had clapped back the left side of the front seats, but his eyes were directed to the outside. The arms crossed behind his head, looked out of the window and up to the sky.
If you looked closer you would surely see the stars twinkling in his eyes, but there was nobody, who would come so close to him. His thoughts came to his mind, he thought about things which had never come to his mind before. "What do you think, Sammy, can they see us?", he mumbled. He had spoken to Sam but he didn't expect an answer. "I mean they have their own heaven, their personal wellness program up there, probably they are not a bit interested in how we are doing here..." His sight digressed far away, it was like searching new constellations and galaxies further away. The half moon mirrored itself lightly in the windshield of the Impala and lightened Sam's face, but Dean didn't looked at it. "No." His voice sounded sad, but also serious. It seems to pain him saying these words. "No..." His words got softer. "I don't believe that they can see us... But, Dean, that doesn't mean that they don't care... don't care about us." Dean closed his eyes, but the stars were still there. They danced in front of his eyes, behind closed lids. "And God's plan? Do you believe that it has ever existed?" Dean asked and opened his eyes again, nothing had changed, the stars were still the same, the constellation of the scorpion was still illuminating and in the band of Orion it seemed that one single star illuminated the whole sky. "God has left this world long time ago, Dean, you know that. But who knows, perhaps he will come back, maybe there was a big plan someday." He shrugged his shoulders. Dean laughed. "Nonsense... That all... That's utter bullshit! Look at us, we're sitting here in my car and are watching a club as nothing had ever happened, but somewhere up there is my daughter...", he sighed. "She was simply much too young to die, she still had her whole life to live... Why couldn't I die for her? And for Castiel?" His face received a hopeless and sad expression. "Don't do that, Dean, don't put the blame on you! You don't know what happened, you don't know why they died." "And you think that made it better? This ignorance is the worst I have ever felt! Not knowing wether they had suffered, wether Cass only wanted to protect Lillian or she ran away in fear..." His voice stopped. Sam was quiet. There was nothing his words could change, no words that could give comfort to Dean. After some time he had closed his eyes again and fell asleep. Sam watched him for a while and completly forgot their mission. He stared at Dean and didn't recognized the club anymore. For the first time for a long time Dean seemed to be able to sleep again. Without nightmares. Without Castiel or Lillian, haunting him. His demons seemed to be silent.
Satisfied, Sam leaned back and turned his gaze outside again. In the meantime the line had dissolved and only the doorman, with a few smokers were standing at the entrance. But one of the smokers catched Sam's eye. The guy wore black jeans, witch stuck in a pair of old, worn out combat boots. His hands played with something, that was hidden in his hoodie, somehow he seemed to be nervous and impatient. When he had smoked the last part of his cigarette, he dropped the stub and blew out the smoke while he still was walking, bevor he disappeared inside the club again, accompanied by a sceptical gaze of the doorman. Sam committed the face to his memory, st least that part that wasn't hint under the black hood. For a moment he thought about waking up Dean, but he wasn't sure, perhaps he wasn't the guy they were looking for. Maybe he was just cold. After all, it was not warm at this time of the year, especially not in the middle of the night. The thermometer of the dashboard showed 11°C and it gave Sam the creeps. It was really freezing cold outside, he pulled his jacket tighter to his body, he flashed his brother a glance and concentrated again on the operation.

Until a man left the bar with a young, very attractive woman at his side and disappeared with her in a side street. This man had to be him.