It was dark, way past midnight, moon hidden behind a curtain of rain-drenched clouds.
Soaked through and freezing, Dean crouched behind a trio of white marble tombstones. He'd had all night to think about how this could go, all the ways it could go bad.
One, the vamps wouldn't show up.
Two, the vamps would show up but with more of them than he could handle on his own.
Three, the vamps would show, but wouldn't bring Sam, no matter what they'd agreed to.
The only thing he was certain of?
He was going to get his damned brother back.