[A bunch of attempted private audios -> action ->public audio]
[He's attempting private calls to what he hasn't realised is a tablet that is no longer reachable. Dean's worried after not having seen his little brother around for a few.]
Sam.
[A minute later]
Sam.
[A minute later]
Sammy.
[A minute later]
Sam, goddamn it.
[A minute later]
I swear to god you'd better frigging answer me.
[A minute later]
Sa- you know what? Screw this shit, I'm coming over.
[The tablets are no longer being spammed with calls, at least. the feeds are silent. If, however, you were in Sam's old apartment block, you may hear the banging on the door, and the him yealling Sam's name through the door. And then a bang of the door being kicked in, and hitting the wall as it is kicked hard enough to almost take it off it's hinges. The oldest Winchester is currently very worried, though, and this is making him give no damns about anyone else inhabitinig the building.
After seeing the room looking unlived in, he sits on a seat heavily and sighs, putting his head in his hands. He flicks the audio on. He knows that Sam's gone, but he can't help grasping. Especially as he knows what Sam's going back to: eternity being tortured by two extremely pissed off archangels.] I don't suppose anyone's seen Sam?
[And then quietly to himself as he pushes the tablet away to wait:] ...I don't suppose any of the hard liquor was left in here, either.