"Enough of my shit," Wiley said. "Let's get this supernatural asshole taken care of. I got a date with a redhead back in St. Paul."

Sam handed a sheaf of newspaper articles and a manilla folder to Wiley. "This'll catch you up."

Wiley read through the articles, and then the folder of police reports that the brothers had "acquired." The pictures were brutal, a kaleidoscope of horrific images that Wiley knew would be populating his dreams for a long time to come. "No idea what it is?"

Dean grimaced. "All we got is a long list of what it isn't."