Wesley abruptly released Wyatt, but not before smacking him on the back of the head. He walked over to where Wyatt's tent was partially constructed and started disassembling it. A quick stare at Wyatt sent a quick message for Wyatt to follow suit. Wyatt sighed as he reluctantly reloaded things back into the car, disappointed that the camping trip had come to an end before it even began. Wesley knew that he was probably a little too harsh on his younger brother, but with everything he had experienced since becoming a witch, he needed to do what he had to do to keep him safe. He had already lost his girlfriend; the last thing he needed was to lose Wyatt.

"Look," Wesley said, "I just wanna keep you safe while you're here. You're still a kid, bro. You're my responsibility, and I can't let you just run blindly into every demon we see."

"Whatever," Wyatt said with a slight attitude. "We can pack everything back up and go back into town."

"Don't be like that," Wesley said, instantly recognizing Wyatt's tone. "Put yourself in my shoes. It's not easy, you know."

"I'm already putting stuff back into the car," Wyatt shot back. "You won, okay? So just drop it and we can hurry up and get out of here."

Wesley shook his head as he continued to take the tent apart. He knew that this was classic Wyatt. When things did not go his way, he usually got an attitude and became quiet. Wyatt was a stubborn person who was used to getting his way as the youngest of three. As Wesley thought about it, he began to see the similarities between Wyatt and himself. He had now been on both sides of the line. He started off as the oldest of three siblings in Texas and had exhibited traits that reminded him of James. Since finding James and Matthew, however, he could also see how his personality had subconsciously shifted to reflect more of Wyatt's traits. The irony made him laugh a little; what was classic Wyatt had become classic Wesley.

His and Wyatt's thoughts were interrupted by a strange rustling sound in the distance. The sun had since set and dusk was quickly turning into darkness. The moon was not yet high enough in the sky, and the headlights of the car could only shine so far. The two brothers looked at each other, signaling that they both noticed the sound. It seemed like the wind had blown a pile of leaves, but the fact that there was no wind caught their attention.

"What was that?" Wyatt asked.

"No idea," Wesley answered.

"Should we go see what it is?" Wyatt wondered.

"Bro," Wesley said, "we're black. We don't go headfirst into trouble. That's why we never make it to the end of movies."

The rustling sound repeated itself, this time louder than before. It was accompanied by a faint cry for help. Wesley looked at Wyatt. For whatever reason, he immediately associated that sound with the mysterious images he saw in the restroom mirror at the store earlier. Part of him wished that James and Matthew were there; things always seemed easier to handle when the three of them were together. However, considering the rift in his and Matthew's relationship recently, he had felt the need to prove his worth on his own. In fact, if he had learned anything over the past few months, it was that he needed to become a much stronger and more independent person so that he could handle situations like this by himself. What good was it to be one of the most powerful witches in history if he could not even deal with one demon alone? Furthermore, with Wyatt there with him, he instinctively wanted to protect him.

"So what do we do?" Wyatt asked quickly, his voice rising.

"Jimmy and Matthew should be on their way here," Wesley said, remembering his directions to his brothers earlier. "We need to lay low until they get here and then the three of us will take care of this."