Sam set the phone down on the counter forlornly. Dean was afraid to ask.
"He can't find her," Sam said finally.
Dean frowned, unsure of what to make of that.
"But he can find anybody," he shrugged.
"Exactly."
Dean took a moment to ponder that.
"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"
Sam sighed, turning to face him and leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed.
"I'm thinking she might actually be-"
"Dead?" Dean ended for him.
"What else could it mean?" Sam shrugged, "if she's not there to find, then..."
"She could be in another dimension for all we know."
"No," Sam shook his head, "she's not."
Dean hesitated again.
"Ok," he said, getting up.
"Ok?" Sam frowned, staring at him.
"Ok," Dean nodded, grabbing a shotgun and arming it.
He handed it to his brother.
"Then we go hunt Lindsay down and tear him to shreds."