The hunt was taking them all over the place. From California to Wyoming, from Colorado to Virginia, Sam and Dean were booking through lead to lead with nothing but dust in their hands each time they seemed to be catching up with the enemy. Sam was frustrated; he wanted Lilith dead now, but how in the hell was he supposed to make that happen when there was nothing and no one giving him anything but the same old pile of crap over and over again? Between following through on leads and keeping an eye out for anything suspicious on the news, Sam found that he was getting pretty beat up about this chase. A very large part of that had to do with the demon blood - he wasn't getting nearly enough as he was used to, which in turn made Sam look dead awful. With Ruby away, Sam could only summon her in sometimes for fixes. He was fresh out of stock now and Sam had been so for days, so he looked a real mess. Sam had been making plenty of claims toward late nights and early mornings that were attached to stress related things, so he'd been able to slip by without too much questioning. So far, that was. Sam planned on finding the time to meet with Ruby soon, but right now he needed to talk to Bobby.
Backpack slung over his shoulder, Sam jogged up the first couple steps to Bobby's house and pounded on the front door with a fist. One hand sliding into his pocket, the other rose upward to swipe his hair out of his eyes. Exhaustion crowding over him for a moment, Sam gave his head a quick shake, hopped from one foot to the other, and urged himself to focus. Lilith. He needed to find Lilith. If there was an omen here that Bobby could help him make use of, then it'd be something. Sam had compiled a list of potentials, but he didn't want to waste their time scouring the country on a might when he could gain something more certain from Bobby. They were wasting too much time as it was already. God only knew how far along Lilith was with those seals.