Kayla was waiting by the window when the Impala trudged into the yard. Sam's text had been a short, We're on our way, which meant that Dean was too upset to call her and give her an update. The first thing she noticed was that it was just the two of them. Cas hadn't returned and Adam was no where to be seen. Without him, the trip would be considered a failure. She stepped forward as they came in, the defeat was written clearly on their faces.
"Get your stuff." Dean told her quietly, his eyes wouldn't even raise from the ground to meet hers.
"Where's Castiel, and the kid?" Bobby questioned; he was braver than she was.
"Cas zapped a bunch of angels away from us, including himself." Sam offered with optimism. Cas would be back.
Dean took his bag off the desk and pulled it over his shoulder. He had that devastated look, the one when he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. "Michael took Adam. I didn't get him out in time." Like everything else that went wrong, he was the first to accept blame.
"It wasn't like that." Sam told them. "We were trying to get out, but when we went through, the door shut behind us…"
"Enough." Dean snapped at him. "I left him behind. I left him to Michael."
"There was nothing you could have done!"
"I could have jerked him out that door with you!"
"Dean." She slipped her hand into his. "We'll find him."
He looked at her and felt some of the tension fade from him. As she stepped into him he wrapped an arm around her and the comfort was bittersweet, because he didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve a constant voice telling him it wasn't his fault, and that everything was going to be okay, but there she was.
Bobby cleared his throat. "She's got an appointment on Wednesday."
His fingers slipped through her hair and he kissed her forehead. "We'll come back. Let's just…get out of here."
She nodded. "I'm gonna grab my bag." She turned and headed up the stairs.
Bobby sighed quietly. "I hope you got a hell of a game plan boy."
He shook his head. "Tell me about it."