Long overdue with the-righteous-man-of-letters
It had been a fool’s errand, even by their standards. Following a vague rumor of a young man who sort of looked like Jack to an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere two states over was hardly promising, especially considering how Jack could fly and did not want to be found.
However, they had no other options and Dean was going stir-crazy in the bunker after they had buried their mother, so when his brother made the suggestion, Sam only put up a token resistance.
It had gotten dark and cold when they finally arrived at the location. Sam took his weapons, but did not draw them. In case Jack was, by some miracle there, he did not want to spook him. That chance seemed incredibly slim, however, with the house up ahead looking deserted and run down.
He grabbed a torch and moved up the drive way.
