Sam was back at the motel, when the door opened and Ellen and Jo came in. Sam looked up and his eyes widened. “Jo” he sighed relieved. He walked to her and threw his arms around her. “You’re alive, thank God”
“Yeah” Jo said, tapping Sam’s shoulder.
Sam scratched his neck. “Eh, do u want some coffee? I can make some” he suggested.
“No, don’t bother, we’re good” Ellen said.
“It’s no bother” Sam said. “I was going to make some anyway” And thus he walked to the kitchen.
“Where’s Dean? I’d like to see him. He wasn’t in his room anymore” Jo said.
“Eh, yeah, they, eh,…they brought him to the mortuary” Sam explained. They heard a blow and both Ellen and Jo hurried to the keuken-, keuken to see Sam had dropped the coffeepot.
“I’m sorry. I’ll get a mob” Sam zei distracted.
“No, I’ll do it” Ellen said. “Jo, take Sam outside. He needs some air”
Jo took Sam’s arm and Sam let her pull him along, until they were outside. He leaned against the uithangbord and rubbed his eyes.
“Dean’s dead, Jo” Sam zei and his voice skipped. “My big brother’s dead”