They run straight towards the ambulance, where a crowd is now gathered. Alexa and Finn push their way through, but only Finn is allowed to get in close range when he shows off his badge. The air feels like it's being sucked out of his lungs when he sees Sami being gurneyed away into the closest ambulance truck. A brief sense of relief hits him when he sees that Sami is still conscious, eyes barely staying open as his eyes widen when he sees Finn. A shaky hand reaches up for him, and Finn is quickly by his side.

"Sami, it's okay, I'm here."

There was a look of fear in Sami's eyes. Judging by the state of his body, Finn understood that his friend must've been in great physical pain. Holding his hand to help him relax, Finn felt Sami's grip begin to tighten.

"F-F-Finn...a...a...it…" He stammers, trying to let the words get through, but it's to no avail before his eyes roll back and he falls unconscious.

"Sami? Sami!"

"Sir, please get back!"

Finn's pushed away and watches as the doors of the ambulance truck closes and immediately drives away, the looming dread of Sami's condition hanging in the air.

The doctors had told them that Sami had fallen into a coma.

It wasn't long before Charlotte and a few officers showed up at the scene when the call about a reported hit and run was made. Finn didn't waste any time and met up with Seth and Bayley at the hospital. Alexa, being with Sami when the accident took place, had to stay behind longer than expected to tell them what she saw. Apparently they were crossing the street and a car drove straight towards them without stopping. Alexa guessed it had to be a driver under the influence or something along those lines.

Although in bad shape when they got to the scene, the doctors were able to put Sami in a stable condition. Unfortunately, he had succumbed to a coma in the process. Whether or not he wakes up would be up to him, but the nurses said the chances might be slim. Finn loathed the sound of the heart monitor as he watched on of his good friends laying in a hospital bed with a slim chance of waking up.

When visitation hours are over, he has no choice but to return to the department with Bayley and Seth. Returning to office, Seth could see how stressed his friend had become. Even worse that he couldn't drink away the pain, like he's always done for the past few months.

"Finn, try to breathe. It's gonna be okay. The important thing is that Sami is alive."

"But he might never wake up again!"

Seth's mouth shut closed at his response. It wasn't helping either of them for all this anger, fear, and despondency to be held in. Sooner or later, it's going to burst. And Seth could tell that his friend was coming close to bursting.

"Something else happened today, didn't it?"

Finn rubs the tiredness out of his eyes. He was at the hospital for hours, he should've gotten some sleep in that time. But he didn't care about that right now. "Our killer...he's laughing at me, I know it. I keep following the clues but I see nothing but a brick wall in return. Just today, Dean and I-" His eyes widen. "Oh, crap! I left him alone! Seth, I need to go!"

"Wait-"

Seth sighs in defeat once the door closes. Finn was really starting to worry him. All this about the case and messing around with Dean Ambrose, then Sami getting hurt. He started to wonder if Charlotte made the right choice is making him come back. He looks down to the unopened folder on Elias.

Well, with the whole department shaken by Sami's incident, Seth wondered if anyone checked in with Alexa Bliss.

When he finds her, she's sitting alone in the forensics lab, scribbling something on a piece of paper.

"Hey, Bliss. You holding up okay?"

She passes him a small smile. "Oh hi, Seth. I'm holding up the best way I can."

"I'm...I'm really sorry you were there to witness everything."

"Yeah. Yeah, it was really...scary. You work with things like this all the time but I guess you're never ready when it happens to you. Sami...might not make it, will he?"

"We can't think like that. Sami's a fighter deep down. I'm sure he'll pull through and you and him can get back to...whatever science stuff you guys do in here."

Alexa nods. "What about Finn? Is he doing okay? He looks bad."

"I...don't know, actually. He ran off again."

"Again? He's never gonna let himself rest, huh?"

"Don't be so hard on him. He's desperate to find the killer of his case. Let's just say...we lost someone we really cared about to them. And the stress of what happened to Sami isn't helping him either." He exhales heavily. "I have to admit, I've never seen this side of you before, Alexa."

"Hm. There's a lot that you and I don't know about each other. We both work in different sections. And now's not the time for me to be snarky."

Seth chuckles. "Yeah, you're right. But I don't necessarily mind this new side of you. You take care of yourself, alright? I'll be in my office if you ever wanna talk."

"...Thanks, Seth."

Kevin's shop is closed when Finn makes it back, so he chooses the next best option and heads to Dean's apartment. When Finn arrives, he can see a puff of smoke from a cigarette and upon a closer look, he sees that it's Dean. It begins to sprinkle, but the two ignore it and eyes meet under a poor lit lamp post. Dean extinguishes the cigarette, waiting for Finn to speak.

"Out for a late night smoke?"

A shrug of the shoulders. "Only when I'm pissed and need time alone. I've mostly quit by now. It was...my sister's wish for me to give them up."

"Oh."

"Why'd you run off earlier?"

Finn shakes his head. "It's not important right now."

"I think it's very important, Finn. You...had me worried. You left me there not knowing where you were going. We're supposed to work together on this, remember?"

"Dean-"

"I couldn't find you so I went back to the shop only to find out that Kevin ran off on me too. So I go looking for him. No fuckin' luck."

"A friend of mine was hurt! He had been run over and I needed to see if he was okay! So pardon me if I didn't come back."

The rain starts getting heavier and wishes they didn't have to talk like this out here. He was already waiting for Dean's bearded landlord to come out and see what the noise was. Clenching one of his fists and biting down on his bottom lip, Dean got a better idea on the current state Finn was in and held up his hands in surrender.

"Is your friend okay?"

"I don't know. He's in a coma and we're not sure if he'll wake up."

Dean pulls him in and for a second Finn thinks Dean is going to hug him or more extreme, he's going to kiss him. But instead he actually pulls Finn under the shade and to his side, removing him from the rain. A kind gesture that eases Finn's nerves for a short period. Conceivably, he wouldn't fully be against a kiss, but now was not the right time.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Finn only nods and rests his head on Dean's shoulder. He doesn't stop to think if what he's doing is the right choice but he's too tired to care. Dean doesn't seem to care either, shifting to make Finn more comfortable.

"That's not the reason you ran off, though."

"No...it wasn't."

Dean is tempted to take out the picture out of his pocket and question Finn further, but decides to not stress Finn more than he already has been today. So he takes a gentler approach.

"It had something to do with that picture you saw. Right?" He feels Finn grow tense.

"...Yes."

"So it was someone you knew, I'm guessing. Do you wanna talk about it?"

Finn pulls himself away. "Not tonight. Please." God, he feels so tired. When was the last time he had gotten a good night's rest?

"Do you wanna spend the night here?"

"I-I'm sorry?"

"Hate to be brutally honest with you, Finn, but right now you look like shit. I don't think you'll even make it back into your car before you fall asleep."

"Oh...no, it's fine. I'm alright. It's just been a long day. I'm sure you guys don't have room and Roman probably won't like that I'm intruding."

"He's already snoozing. And we have space. You can use my room."

Finn yawns. "Don't worry about me-"

"Finn, I can see it in your eyes. You're not fine. You're falling apart. I think we both are after what we found today. But it's not like I'm just gonna let you fall asleep at the wheel. Just follow me up. And don't worry about where I sleep."

Finn wanted to argue against it but perhaps he was right. After everything that has happened today, Finn didn't have the energy to fight back. A long night's rest is what he needed to forget it all for a while.

His phone is ringing.

Finn wakes up from the short nap he was taking to find out where he put that damn thing. Sliding away all the useless papers on his desk, he finally finds it and the caller ID says it's Elias. Must've found something good because he's been investigating for hours. What time was it anyway?

When he answers the phone, Elias is breathing heavy. Sounds over excited about something.

Wiping the sleep out of his eyes, he hears that Elias has found something that is big to their case. Says it's bigger than they might have known.

"I think I'm on the verge of solving this once and for all."

"Hold on a minute. You're not making any sense. Give me the whole story. What did you find out? Where are you?"

He never said where he was. But there was something of importance in what else he said in their last phone call. Finn was so sleepy from waking up. He had to remember. What was that thing that Elias had said?

"I need to go. I'll call you later tonight with what I find. I'm getting close."

Don't hang up. Goodbyes should be more meaningful than this.

He snaps out of it when he feels a hand cupped around his face. In the darkness of the room, he can make out Dean's troubled expression. Oh, that's right. He's sleeping in Dean's bed, in his apartment.

"I came in here to get an extra blanket and, well, you looked like you needed to wake up from whatever nightmare you were having."

Finn sighs and leans into his hand like it's the pillow. "It wouldn't be the first time."

"You need anything?"

"Could you...stay a while longer with me?"

They get into a position where they are laying side by side in the darkness and can hear one another's slow breathing, but neither going to sleep. It's a bit of a tight fit with them sharing but it's better than night terrors. It even makes Finn smile for a brief moment before he closes his eyes and there's a pain deep in his chest.

"That man in the picture I held...his name was Elias. He was my colleague. And my friend."

His eyes begin to burn and Finn could feel the hot tears that begin to fall and tries his best to hide it. But it's no use now that Dean could hear him sniffle. All the months of trying to hold it back, keeping himself together for others, drinking away the memories, only for the dam to finally bust. He didn't understand why now of all times for this to happen. Was it the photo? The shock still residing from Sami's incident? The vulnerability of being in the darkness beside him?

He tries his best to breathe steady but he can't bring himself to stop. He's suddenly pulled in close and Finn sighs contently as he's pulled into a gentle embrace in Dean's arms. He sobs softly into his shirt and feels the soft massages in the back of his neck. Finn didn't realize he was shaking, but takes tranquility in listening to Dean's heartbeat, sobs toning down to soft cries.

"Shh. You can tell me more in the morning. Right now I want you to let it all out and get some sleep."

Finn could see the irony in those words considering Dean himself did not give himself time to express how he was feeling too. But, yeah. They can talk about it more tomorrow. He wants to revel in this warmth a little longer. Finn couldn't remember the last time he was held with such care.

It's the first time in months he goes to bed without nightmares.

When Finn wakes up, he's cuddled on Dean's side and it's the best night's sleep he's ever gotten. His head hurts a bit from the crying, however. Finn looks up at Dean who is still sleeping and smiles.

Tempted, he places a small kiss on his collarbone and whispers, "Thank you."

He didn't know what this man was doing to him, but he didn't want it to stop. He swore with everything in him, he was going to do right by him and help him get the justice of finding his sister's killer. One has lost family, the other had lost a friend. Perhaps fate brought them together for this.

"Dean, what do you want for- what the hell?!"

Finn is startled by Roman rushing through the door and Dean jolts awake, arm still wrapped around Finn's side. His best friend looks back and forth between them, slightly confused.

"Detective Balor. What a...nice surprise, seeing you here."

"Um...good morning, Roman."

Roman gives Dean a questioning look. "Should I ask? Actually, nevermind." He flashes them a teasing grin. "I think I know exactly what's going on here."

Grinning back, Dean playfully throws a pillow at him. "Shut up. Nothing happened."

"Whatever you say, brother. Just know that if something did, I'm not washing those sheets for you."

Finn finds himself chuckling at their antics. It's endearing and Finn wonders if life was usually like this before the murder case.

"Jokes aside, get up soon. I'm making breakfast. Don't be shy to join us, Balor."

Finn nods with a wide smile and for a moment, he feels like his old self again.

As relaxing and liberating the morning had been, it was time to get back to work. It felt nice, being able to decompress and enjoy the feeling of pretending that everything was okay for the short time that it was. Making sure his badge, cuffs, and Seth's gun were well hidden, they drove their way back to Kevin's shop. Finn regretted not being able to arrest him for questioning when he had the chance and even more so leaving Dean alone with him.

Today brought a new beginning. If they brought Kevin in, sooner or later he'll give them the answers they needed on who sent him those photos. Perhaps a visit to Braun's was in order too. There was something too sketchy here. And once they got what they wanted...Finn could finally tell Dean the full story on Elias.

"He might not be in his shop today after what happened yesterday, so just be prepared if we have to search the whole city for him," Finn states.

When they get there, Dean groans at the sight of the closed sign on the door. But Finn is quick to spot that his car is still parked outside. He and Dean quietly make their way out of the car and surprisingly enough, the door to the shop is open.

"Maybe he's open and forgot to flip the sign?" Dean whispers.

"No, something's wrong. The lights are all off, but his car is still here. Stay close to me. He could be in his office trying to hide those pictures."

One hand hovering over the gun, Finn takes slow steps to the back door, where he sees light protruding at the bottom. Drawing the gun, he swings the door open and aims, but everything begins to freeze over.

"No…" He can hear Dean quaver.

It wasn't the first time Finn had found a body in this state, but it still makes the blood flush from his face when he sees something like this in the flesh again. It's Kevin, dead right in front of them in his own shop. Finn recognized the killer's signature knife through the torso as the cause of death. It doesn't look like he's been dead for long either. Finn would guess until late last night. There was a mess in the room too, almost like there had been signs of a struggle or Kevin was trying to find something in a hurry. There was something lying on the desk as well. Finn lowered the gun and carefully made his way over to the desk, trying his best not to step on potential evidence. He could hear Dean breathing heavily from the shock.

When he makes it to the table, Finn pulls at his hair in distress at what is planted. It's a picture of Kevin Owens and a lot like the photos he saw yesterday, a red X is over his face with today's date. But unlike the rest of the photos, there's an extra message there, just for Finn. It read in black ink:

Too slow, Detective!

"No, no, no." Finn opens all the drawers of the desk hastily, but all the photos from yesterday have disappeared. "No, no, no!"

"Finn, what happened?"

"The photos! They're gone!"

Dean maneuvers his way to the desk and sees the picture left for Finn. "Oh, fuck."

"Our killer...he killed Kevin and took the pictures. Now he's beginning to mock me. No, this is…" He was finding it hard to control himself. "I shouldn't have run off. I could've collected those pictures and taken in Kevin while there was still time." Finn began to blame himself for this, like he always had. He felt Dean's hands squeeze his shoulders, helping him to start focusing on the task at hand. Finn wished he could go back in time to this morning.

"I guess Kev was right. He showed us the pictures and because of that...god. He and I never got along, but…"

"Dean, I need you to head back home."

"What, why?"

"I need to call Chief Flair and report what has happened. You're already on thin ice with the department on this case, so it won't look so good for you to be seen with me. I'll call backup and we'll try to find all we can here. So just wait for me at your apartment until then. I'll be at ease at least knowing you'll be out of harm's way. Please."

That would probably be the best option. Dean was still feeling a bit shaken from the whole thing and he didn't need anyone from the law to suspect him further when all he wanted was answers too. Sighing, he gives a quick kiss to the top of Finn's head, leaving the detective with a melancholic smile.

Finn is perplexed by the quick kiss but smiles when he follows his request without argue. Now the hard part would be calling Charlotte about this.

When they get there, the investigation takes up most of the day. Yet another poor victim had fallen to this killers hand. Finn wasn't sure if Kevin deserved it either. By the way he was talking to Finn yesterday, he might've been threatened or blackmailed into covering for the murders. He did say it was to save himself. In the end, none of that mattered. Somehow, someway, Finn's culprit had found out what Kevin had done and for that, it costed him his life.

He watched the crime scene investigators scour the whole shop for any piece of evidence that was useful. So far, the only thing that was useful was the photograph for potential fingerprints. He could see Charlotte exchanging words with Bayley and Seth, before making her way to him.

"Victim has been identified as Kevin Owens, yes?"

"Yes. Have they found anything else?"

Charlotte shook her head. "We checked the cameras, but they've been busted."

"We could have had the killer in our clutches by now."

"Why's that?"

"I was here yesterday. He had strong evidence. Photos of all the past victims. Almost every single one, Charlotte. He kept telling me he worked as some kind of 'messenger' but wouldn't tell me more. He feared for his own life because of that."

She began to frown. "I see. And why didn't you arrest him and collect the photos yesterday when you were here?"

His throat began to feel dry. "Well, I…I ran out before I could."

"You ran out?" She questioned. "I also did not authorize you with that weapon."

"Seth lended it to me. It was only for the investigation."

"You come to me for my permission to use that, Finn." Charlotte huffed. "Nevertheless, I already gave Seth a talk about doing these things behind my back. You're trying my patience here, Finn. Don't make me regret letting you back into the case. You might have wasted a perfect opportunity to find our guy and now the answer to our case is dead. When you report back to your office, I want that gun back in Seth's hands. You understand?"

"...Yes, Chief Flair."

Finn was on his mind all the way back home. Truthfully, he had been having Finn on his mind since last night, but that was beside the point. He had hoped that Finn could find something once investigation had begun. Arriving home, there his landlord was as always, making his way back inside.

"Good afternoon, Dean!"

"Hey, man."

"Getting sick? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Something like that."

His landlord only nodded and walked back inside and Dean decides he should do the same. That is until a hard forces pushes him hard on the concrete ground. Isn't long until he's picked up off his feet and slammed into the side of his car. Large hands begin to grip with throat and Dean's eyes shoot open, seeing Braun as his mystery attacker.

"You son of a bitch!" Braun snarled. "This is your fault! Now because of you and your detective boyfriend, Kevin is dead and my connections are thwarted!"

Dean tries to unlock his grip but struggles, gasping for air. He's close to suffocating until Braun is tackled to the ground. As he gasps to get the air back into his lungs, he finds out that it was Roman who had saved him, Braun groaning as he gets back on his feet.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Braun?!" Dean shouts.

"This is your fault! Because you never let her death go!"

"That's enough," yells Roman. "Get the hell out of here! You put your hands on my family again, the cops won't be the only one you'll deal with!"

Braun glares at them both and walks away but not before having the last word. "You and that detective are moving targets! Remember that, Ambrose!"

Once he leaves the premises, Roman helps Dean back on his feet and it takes a while before Dean can breathe somewhat normally.

"You good?"

"Yeah, it's just...that fuckin' asshole. I know he's hiding a lot more from me. I'll find out what it is if it's the last thing I do."

Roman's eyes fell to a saddened stare.

"What is it?"

He sighed. "I found something in the mail today after you and Balor left. There's no sign of how it got in our mailbox because there's no address. I think it's for you. But you're not gonna like it."

"Show me."

Hesitating, Roman pulls out a photograph and hands it to Dean. His legs begin to feel so weak that he falls back onto the ground. It's the photo he couldn't find yesterday. The picture of his little sister. But the picture is ruined just like all the others. Over her smiling face is a red X and the date of her death written underneath. It's a lot like the picture that he saw a short while ago on Kevin because the worst thing he sees is what's written on it.

You're looking for closure that will never be found.

Work was the busiest it's been since he got back. Everything that they needed so far had been collected and now is where the real investigation started. The public was weighing down even harder on them and it was getting bad, Charlotte arguing against getting federal agents involved. Forensic analysis would take longer than expected with the absence and pressure of Sami still being in the hospital. Finn left Seth in charge of reading the current files while he took a short break to check on Dean.

When he knocks on the door, however, it's Roman who answers.

"Roman? Is Dean here?"

"Yeah, he's here, but…"

"But?"

"Something bad happened. Braun showed up and attacked him."

Finn's eyes widened. "What?"

"Don't panic, he's okay. That's not what has me worried. I found a picture of his sister in the mail. I don't know who sent it to us but I'm guessing it was that sick fuck. Ever since I showed it to Dean, he hasn't come out of his room. He refuses to answer me." He gestures for Finn to come inside. "Maybe you can persuade him to come out."

Nodding silently, Finn heads toward the door knocking twice. "Dean? It's Finn. Are you alright?"

It's silent for a minute before he gets an answer. "The door's unlocked."

His voice sounds too quiet for Finn's liking and he makes his way inside, locking the door. He sees Dean sitting on the edge of his bed, clutching the picture in his hands. Sitting beside him, Finn realizes he's crying. He glances down at the picture and Finn knows the whole story. A small snicker escapes Dean, devoid of any happiness.

"Y'know...I've never cried for my sister's death until now."

"Oh, Dean…" He wraps one arm around his shoulder, the other wiping away the tears that continue to fall.

"I don't know why I didn't cry. I think...I think I was just so angry. I refused to believe it. I didn't want to believe that my little sister had been killed and I wasn't there when she needed me." He drops the picture on the floor. "I'm horrible, huh? I was supposed to protect her, that's my job, I'm her brother! I let her down...it's my fault. It's my fault."

"Dean, look at me."

Seeing him in such pain made Finn begin to tear up and hold him close.

"Don't say things like that. Don't say that you're horrible. None of this is your fault, none of it. It's the fault of whose done this. There was no possible way you could have known. This is what that bastard wants. For you to give in to their tricks."

He sobs harder and hugs Finn's side.

"He's trying to do the same to me. And for the past few months, it's been working. Not anymore. Not when you and I are in this together."

Dean's eyes meet his. He separates to pull the photo of Elias out of his pocket and hands it to Finn. "What happened to him?"

Finn lets out a long breath and wipes his eyes. "Elias was a lot like me before the incident. Overly confident in his abilities, but anyone would be if you were us. Ha. Along with our friend Seth, we were the best detectives around. Any case you had, we could solve it. That was...until this case. Whoever this killer was, they were good at covering their tracks. Elias and I thought we could figure out a way to solve the puzzle. And one day...Elias went out to investigate and never came back. I was the one who found him, but he was already gone."

"You found him?"

He nods. "I didn't know what to do. I tried to remain level-headed. Not only for myself, but for Seth and everyone else who was shocked by what happened to one of the best. Eventually, Chief Flair saw right through me and put me on a leave of absence. That's when I began to break down without realizing it. I started drinking to forget about it and afterwards I couldn't stop. I wasn't the same."

"Finn...I'm so sorry."

"But we're more alike than we think. When Elias died, I thought there was something I could have done too. I kept telling myself that I should have been there with him. And I refused to work with Seth and anyone else there because deep down I was afraid. I didn't want to lose any more people. But I'm starting to find out...it was never my fault that this happened any more or less than it was yours. It's taken the stress of coming back for me to see that. The only thing we can do now...is find the killer responsible for almost ruining our lives. Trust me, Dean. I'm not going to give up on Elias or any of families of past victims. I'm not going to give up on you. I won't."

He doesn't say anything for a few minutes, but eases his hand into Finn's.

"I'm sorry. Thank you for telling me about what happened to you. Now I get it. I know why you always looked so sad when I saw your eyes. I still wanna find out who did this. Doesn't matter how I get there. But now it won't just be for her. I want you to find your peace too, Finn."

Finn smiles softly and leans in close. Up close like this reminds Finn of what they did in the restroom of Becky's bar and suddenly he feels warm around the face. He decides to ease the tension a bit and plant a small kiss on Dean's cheek. Before he pulls away, his face is cupped on both sides. The innocent look Dean is giving him causes Finn to let out a lighthearted laugh.

Without anymore hesitation, Finn presses his lips against his in a long kiss. He couldn't deny it to either of them anymore. Finn was falling and he was falling hard for this guy, despite knowing how dangerous it was. But Finn had waited for this too long, probably since the day they met. With their lips connecting, Finn felt like he was rising up into the clouds, all the pain from twenty seconds ago just washed away and he never wanted to come down from this high. He made a soft groan as Dean returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Finn wanted this to go much further, but they separated once there was a buzz coming from Finn's phone. Of course. Phone interrupted them the first time, it only made sense to interrupt them again. Checking the message, it was Seth and he was asking him to return to the office. Looking to Dean, he already knows that it's Finn's cue to leave.

"Go on. It might be something important."

Finn nods and pecks one more kiss before he hurries out the door. Once he's gone, Dean lets out a sigh of contentment. Finn was...something special. Picking up the picture of his sister, he places it carefully on his nightstand, making a silent promise that he wasn't going to give up.

Then there was a ringing of his phone as well.

"Braun?"

"Is everything okay, Seth?"

His friend struggled to answer, instead showing him Elias's case folder. "I know you don't like to talk about it and we don't have to. But after the murder victim we found today, maybe it's time we reopen the folder. There might be something we're missing in here. But it's your case, Finn. I'll let you make the choice."

He answers without missing a beat. "Let's open it."

"You-You're sure?"

"More than I've been in months."

Seth isn't sure what has gotten into him but immediately opens the file. They begin to flip through individual papers, ignoring the autopsy photos and Finn finds old notes that he wrote before his leave of absence. And flipping through, he finds an old sticky note written by him. The date shown is the same date he received his last call from Elias. Reading it, Finn now remembers. The important words that Elias had said to him before he hung up. It was all starting to make sense now. He felt embarrassed that he didn't recall his words until now.

"Seth! I remembered what Elias told me about the case. About the murderer."

Coming here alone was a stupid idea considering what had happened earlier today in the parking lot, but Braun said he wasn't going to give any answers if he brought Finn with him. He had to lie to Roman and tell him he was meeting Finn somewhere. Dean tried convincing himself that everything was going to be fine.

The back door to Braun's nightclub was unlocked and nobody was seen inside, not even his manager Ruby. When he finds Braun, the bigger man is already sitting down in his chair and Dean doesn't know if he's sure, but Braun almost looked vulnerable.

"I'm alone."

"Good."

"Why now of all times do you finally wanna tell me what you know? After you tried to choke me to death."

"Because I'm a dead man already. Sit down. I'll tell you what happened that night to your sister. But there's an important fact you need to know about her killer before I tell you."

"What's that?"

"There's two of them."