The demon looked out the window at the family and Sam and Dean. Sam and Dean had cost him one of his psychic kids. He wasn't mad at Sam, though. He was proud of him. He was really starting to shape up. He had no doubts that Sam would be the last one standing when it came time for the gathering. He saw that Sam was looking at him ready to race in to kill him. That anger would come in handy later. Dean was restraining him, but it was best to disappear. Couldn't lose Sammy now. He had plans.