Dean shut the door. Stepping over the corpse, he sat beside Alexis and took her hand, murmuring soft reassurances as he tried to calm her.
At last Alexis took a shaky breath. Giving him a watery smile, she whispered, "I'm sorry, Dean."
"Where's Sam?"
Her face screwed up again and she took a deep gulping breath. Voice quavering, she pointed to the corpse. "There were two of them. The other one ran away and Sam went after him."
"How long ago?"
She shook her head.
Dean took out his cell phone and punched up Sam's number, listening as it rang.
