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Sam pulled the corpse to the center of the clearing. He piled kindling and larger branches on and around it, poured kerosene over it and threw a lit match on top. It went up with a gratifying whoosh.

Then, mouth set, he paced back to where Dean lay propped against a tree and sat down beside him. "Okay?"

"I'm fine," Dean answered, woozy from the drug his brother had forced on him. "You mad?"

Sam didn't answer.

"Was I s'posed to let that bastard gank you?" Dean groused.

"You were supposed to trust me to do my job," Sam said grimly.