Dean made a note of the apartment building as Sam went in. As soon as he disappeared into it, he leaned against the wall beside it and let out a deep sigh. So the demons had gotten him, killed him even; why could he not remember it? And why was the time difference still so great? Did dying somehow make him get amnesia, or something? That had not happened last time he was dying, but then again, he had not been completely dead. He wished someone would pop up and explain the whole thing, because it was way too messed up, and he was not sure he wanted to know what had happened.
He quickly straightened up when he heard Sam coming back. "Hell yeah. Think I've been starving myself here? Let's go." He started off towards the closest twenty-four hour diner he could remember.