Wiley studied Dean, who was sitting in the armchair next to the bed. "You look like shit."
Dean scowled at him. "No worse than you the last time you dragged your sorry ass into Bobby's."
Wiley laughed out loud. "You got me there, man." He hooked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the park. "What's going on over there?"
"Kid fell out of a tree," Sam said, looking out the window. "Said he saw a monster."
"Oh, yeah?" Wiley raised an eyebrow. "We got any idea what we're dealing with here?"
"No fucking clue," Dean said grimly.