"Shouldn't Faith be back by now?" Dean asked, drawing on a note pad as he sat up on his bed.
"I don't know," Sam shrugged, more enthralled in his research.
"Did she say where she was going? It's a long time to be patrolling you know..."
"She's not patrolling, she's..." Sam hesitated, then sighed.
"She went to Tulsa."
"Tulsa Oklahoma?"
"Yeah."
"For what? Fresh milk?"
"No, that's where her ex lives, apparently."
Dean looked up, eyebrows raised.
"She went to hook up with her ex? And you let her?"
"No," Sam scorned, "she was upset about something. Needed to go see him in person. That's what I let her do."
"And you didn't bother to find out what?"
"Dean, it's obviously personal."
"So?"
"So I'm not going to be the over paranoid boyfriend who snoops into everything just to be 100% sure she's not cheating," Sam said finally.
"Well, I will then," Dean announced, sliding off the bed and going to the bag Faith had left behind.
"What are you doing?" Sam demanded.
"Going through her email. There's got to be something that set her off, so either he's done something to upset her - big time - or he's come onto her. Either way I'll find out-"
"But Dean-"
"-and that way you're not the snooping boyfriend. Win/win."
Sam huffed, and went back to his research.
"Let me just say that I don't condone this. At all."
"Good for you," Dean rubbed his lips with his tongue as he booted up her laptop and got into her emails.
It didn't take him long to find the last one that had been read.
Hey Faith! I wanted to share this song with you. I was planning on performing it during the tour...
"Whatever..." he mused to himself, Sam pretending not to hear.
He clicked on the attachment and opened up the song.
For all the love we've made / Just one thing stays the same / The lamp gets dusty / The pipes get rusty / But I don't wanna wash my hands clean...
Well you say you love me too / Then why won't you go through / With the nightly kisses / With the hits and the misses / Well if you can make it on your own... Then go...
"Man this song sucks," Dean shook his head sadly, "why the hell would he send her this?"
"Listen to the lyrics," Sam's eyes were darting back and forth, "maybe he told her the song reminded him of her?"
"No. Dude. He wrote this song," Dean informed him, "so it's probably about her."
Sam gulped, looking back at his computer screen. After the song ended, he quickly started packing it up.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked.
"We're going to Tulsa."