At the curb, there was a moment after picking up the bag that Lindsey looked as lost as Dean felt. He stood there, bright blue eyes looking down all the things he owned, barely anything at all considering what a golden boy lawyer he used to be before running with Dean.

Yet before he could turn back to his childe, prove how right Dean was to call him a weakling, he grabbed his things and started marching down the road opposite of the way the Impala came. He had no destination in mind, he didn't even know where he was, but he just knew he wasn't going to go back begging the ungrateful brat Dean turned out to be.