The brothers ended up outside the building and walking toward Toms car.
"They just let us go." Sam said, bamboozled.
"Yeah, something's not right. But this is much bigger than us, Sam."
"I know... creating an entire fake employment just so some dude can have finical stability... they're either mega rich and stupid or—"
"Mega rich and planning something."
"We can be Toms bodyguards. Just for a little while?" Sam suggested.
"Our plane leaves on Tuesday, Sam."
"You booked us a returning flight?"
"Yeah..."
"To a case you didn't know we'd solve?"
"Sam. I'll be honest here. About 90% of our cases are completed within a week. On some cases it's two weeks. If we have a case on a Tuesday we finish it by the time the next Tuesday rolls around, then, big shocker, we get another case on Tuesday. I know it's not always Tuesdays. Sometimes it's Thursday's. But the point is—"
"You just wanted to leave here as soon as possible."
"I don't like planes, Sam, you know that!"
"So why book a returning flight!"
"To get it over..."
The boys arrived to the side of the road where Hyde had parked the car. Only… there was no car.
"Dean... where's the car?"
No response.
"Where's the car, Dean?"
"That double-crossing son of a bitch!" Dean exclaimed.
"Hyde took the car didn't he?"
"Damn it!"
Sam sighed, "Do we know Toms cell number?"
"You think Tom gave Hyde his cell? Why the hell would..." Dean stopped and remembered the burner phone he gave him.
"You gave him your spare, didn't you?"
"Please pick up, dear g-"
"Hello" Hyde said from the other line.
"Wesley! Where are you?"
"Out."
"That's a shit answer." Dean spoke in his 'big brother' tone "You answer where you are."
"Oh relax, you're so stressed. I'm just having a little fun." Hyde smiled.
"You need to get us." Dean ordered.
"You can wait a bit. Daddy'll come out soon. I can still have a little me time before then."
"Wesley. I trusted you."
"I warned you."
"Why would you leave?" Dean asked.
"I told you why! I'm borrreeeddd."
"Be straight with me."
Hyde sighed. "Men with guns tried to take me away as soon as I exited the building. They're all dead now."
"You didn't kill anyone! You better not have!"
Hyde rolled his eyes "Relax. Technically, they shot themselves."
"What does that mean? Wesley, what does that—"
"I'm sure you two boys have money for a cab. I'll meet you back at the torture flat. Well, I guess Daddy will. After a few pints. Bye boys!"
"Wesley…" Dean sighed and realized the man had hung up the phone.
"Wesley?" Sam asked.
"Had to call him something. He's not really a bad guy. He's better than most monsters we've hunted. He's just… a child… I've got an idea, Sam."
"What? Are we gonna tell Tom to put 'Wesley' in time out?"
Dean smirked "Something like that."