"Is it here?" Sam whispered into Harley's ear.
The frightened boy hesitated, then slowly shook his head.
Sam and Dean exchanged a grim look, then Dean grabbed hold of Harley's other arm and they lifted him off the ground between them, Sam's hand still clamped firmly over the boy's mouth.
Panicking, Harley started to struggle but Dean hissed an angry warning and he sagged between them, offering no further resistance.
As they hauled him through the woods back to the Impala. the hunters kept their eyes and ears open, but no one in the house came looking for the boy.