But all their research came up short. Even with the decision to always have the picture within view of one of them, it was hard to avoid looking away, and there were often moments when their research was interrupted by an unfortunate glance.
And even within their uninterrupted spans of time when they researched without distraction, nothing could be found. None of their sources said anything about the mysterious silent beings.
"New monster?" mused Dean. "Do we get naming rights? Because I have a few choice suggestions."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Priorities, Dean?"
"So how do we find these things?" Dean demanded. "They don't exist, except that we've both seen them. They don't do anything except stand there looking creepy."
"We have to find out more about them," Sam insisted.
"But how?"
"I have an idea, but you're not going to like it."
"I never like your ideas." Dean crossed his arms. "Shoot."
"Well… they seem to be following me," Sam began.
"No way," said Dean immediately. "I see where this is going, and we're not leaving you as bait to wait for a bunch of mystery monsters to come get you."
"I'm not completely helpless, Dean!" Sam snapped, annoyed. "Obviously I'll be ready to defend myself. But they appeared to me when I was alone. So maybe if we let them come to us, instead of chasing them, we'd have a better chance of finding out more about them."
Dean scowled. "I don't like it, Sammy."
"I said you wouldn't, but even you've got to see it's the only way that makes sense."
"It makes no sense! You're setting a trap by falling into a trap! I won't let you do this, Sam, and that's final."
"Who put you in charge?" Sam was stung.
"Me!" Dean stormed out of the room, leaving Sam to brood and plan his next move… without his big brother hovering overprotectively.