When he first got Sammy's message - Dean's dying, Dad -
John's phone tumbled from nerveless fingers, landing on the cheap
motel carpet. When he finally pulled himself together enough
to pick it up, he carefully folded it up and put it away.
He
wanted to call, but Sammy was smart enough - determined enough -
to find a way out for Dean. John was too close - it
was too close - he couldn't lead this thing to his sons.
And
if they hated him for not calling, well, then at least they'd be
alive to hate him.