Chapter Thirteen
Hours later they had Dean in Bobby's panic room. They had padded the walls as best they could. Concrete and lead weren't as soft as drywall so they knew Dean couldn't get out but he could injure himself.
"So, do ya wanna start with what you were hunting?" Bobby and Sam were sitting in his kitchen at the table.
"I don't know. We didn't know. Just, a bunch of people went a bit crazy. Dean thought it was just people being people. Now, I'm not so sure. But, would a demon do this?" Sam furrowed his brow in concern.