Sam left The Regent Hotel with Bobby's words still fresh in his ears: After all this is over, you lose my number, Kid. You hear me?

Bobby. The only father he had left. The only paternal figure who'd given a damn when John had repeatedly written him off. To lose Bobby would be worse than losing his father. And it was his own damn fault.

He sank to a sitting position on the curb next to the Impala. He should be getting to the church, reading dusty books, finding the Sword of Michael. But all he could find were tears.