Realization struck.
Wiley's eyes widened. He let out a soft grunt of surprise.
Sam, sitting beside the bed, watching as Dean drifted in and out of sleep, glanced over. "What's up?"
Wiley came over to the bed. Leaning over Sam, he whispered, "Don't react. We're being watched."
Sam didn't say a word. He kept his eyes on Dean, but every part of him was ready to explode into action. "Any ideas?"
Wiley thought about it. Not knowing what they were dealing with, they were kind of limited.
"How would Dean feel if we used him as bait?" he said softly.