Seamus didn't really have a destination in mind when he left the flat, so he wandered around the neighborhood for God knows how long. He only decided to head back when he realized he was freezing, picking up a bottle of rum for Dean along the way. If he was still there. God, Seamus hoped he was.
He didn't realize he was practically holding his breath until he got back to the flat and found Dean sitting on the bed where Seamus had left him. But Dean was too still and hadn't looked up, and that just brought all of Seamus's worry back tenfold. "Dean?"