Dean was settling down for the night in a motel not far from Bobby's. Bobby had sent him to check out a library, but as he wasn't as fond of research as Sam seemed to be he was managing to lie his way through having been there when he hadn't.
He collapsed down onto the bed and turned on the television, beer in one hand and remote in the other, before closing his eyes and leaning back into the pillows.
"...Authorities are at a loss to explain the connections. And onto some breaking news from Los Angeles, the main hall at the prestigious Wilkins estate went up in flames today during a formal get together attended by politicians and celebrities alike."
Dean managed to open his eyes as they started showing footage from the scene.
"This young man carried both an elderly woman and an injured victim from the building, just before the bomb exploded..."
"Oh you've gotta be kidding me," Dean sat forward, eyes widening.
His phone was already ringing. Seeing it was Bobby, he ignored it. Instead he hung up on him and kept watching.
"Authorities on the scene recognised the young hero as Sam Winchester, currently on the run with his brother for multiple infractions including murder in the first degree and a Milkwaukee bank heist last year. If anyone has any information at all regarding his whereabouts, please contact your local authorities immediately."
"Son of a bitch," Dean cursed, picking up his phone and dialling Sam's number.
"Hello?"
"Sam?!"
"Dean...?"
"Sam your face is all over the news!"
"I know, I'm sorry. Faith and I were working a case, and-"
"Hendriksen's onto you already!"
"What?"
"He was there man! He's already got your face plastered on the news and people are gonna be watching out for you. So wherever you are, get the hell out now. I'm coming back to LA."
With that, Dean hung up and packed his bags.