"Since when do you have death omens?" Dean tried to keep his tone casual.
Wiley chuckled. "You worried I might've strayed over to the dark side?" The microwave dinged. He took out the pizza and took a blissful bite. "Man, that's good. Forgot to eat before I got on the road."
"Wiley…" Dean was getting impatient. Sam put a calming hand on his brother's arm.
"Jeez, I dunno. The more I use it, the stronger it gets. I can get some of what people are thinking, most of what they're feeling." Wiley looked over at Dean and frowned. "Dean, chill."
