Sam walked over to the coffee machine that came with the room.
After pouring out two cups, he sat down on the bed next to Dean, handing him a cup. "Have you remembered anything about what happened?"
Dean shrugged. "One minute I'm following a blood trail, trying to find the Kinder boy. Then some fucker jumps me."
"I heard you yell." Sam shuddered. "If I hadn't been close by. . ."
Dean stretched out a hand and gave Sam's arm a quick squeeze.
"We're gonna get this thing, Sammy."
"It's taken three kids. Three."
"We'll get it," Dean repeated emphatically.
