Chapter 4

"Saved the best for last," Bronson said, smiling. He walked into the cell, knelt down and checked the vitals of the unconscious man in the straightjacket. Pulse and respiration was slow and steady.

Smith walked up behind Bronson.

"Our prize freak. Real tough guy. Sheriff brought him in a month ago. Broke Thompson's nose the very first day. But we made your mind right, didn't we, punk? Good boy."

Smith growled, low and deep in his throat.

It was the last thing Bronson heard for quite a while.

"It's okay, Dean," Sam whispered. "It's okay. I'm here. I got you."