Dean found his Baby on the side of a service road that ran through the forest and parked his stolen POS Mazda behind her.
The black car was cold to the touch, so his brother had been out here long enough to find what he was looking for. Or for it to find him.
Freaking problem was, they didn't know what they were hunting because Dean had forgotten most of the attack.
He remembered the sudden movement of something above him, a heavy weight slamming into him, knocking him to the ground. He remembered pain.
And teeth. Dean remembered teeth.