"Ok thanks. We owe you. Bye," Sam hung up and turned back to Dean.
"He'll call us when he finds something. It shouldn't take long."
"What if he can't find her?" Dean asked.
"He'll find her," Sam insisted, "he can find anyone, remember? You saw it."
Dean looked hesitant.
"What?" Sam demanded.
"I don't know," Dean shrugged, "just the way he was talking..."
"If you're not thinking answers, don't think at all," Sam scorned.
Dean chewed his lip a moment, debating whether or not to add anything, but relented.
"We'll find her Sammy, it's just a matter of time," he insisted as their meal arrived.