"Don't you worry about the club. You come back whenever you're ready," Saffron replied. It wasn't that she didn't need him there, but it was more important for him to take whatever time away he needed. She'd figure something out.

For once, she didn't know what to say. Sorry wasn't going to cut it. Platitudes and optimistic statements that Sam might come back because Dean had done so twice seemed meaningless. So she simply crouched down next to him, reached one hand out to touch his lightly, letting him know she was there, and she cared.