Ignoring the exhaustion trying to drag him back to bed, Dean said, "We got here a week ago. There were three dead kids. Eviscerated."
Wiley grimaced. "That's messed up."

"They were drugged first. Something unidentifiable." Dean shrugged. "Hopefully they were unconscious when the bastard ripped them up."

"Right. Cause life is just that fucking fair." Wiley eyed Dean's bandaged midsection. "What's all that?"

"We found something the cops missed. It took us to the state park."

When his brother didn't continue, Sam turned away from the window. "We found kid number four," he said grimly. "And the freak found us."