"I don't think it's coming," Sam ventured.
Dean cast his brother a dark look. The lake's last victim, a young woman, had been taken the night before, barely an hour after they'd left.
"You got some place you wanna be?" he sniped.
"No." Sam answered levelly, trying not to let his brother's sharp tone get to him.
After a second, Dean huffed out a breath. "Look, get out of sight. Maybe it'll show if there's just one of us."
Sam hesitated, then nodded and moved back into the trees, careful to leave a clean line of sight to his brother.