Tired as Dean was, sleep was impossible. Rolling over onto his back, he looked across the room at his brooding brother. "Still mad, huh?"

Sam didn't answer, just continued to glare out the window, watching for Wiley to come back from a supply run.

"Sammy…"

"This plan is bullshit!" Sam snapped. "I'd rather lose ten more kids to this freak than risk losing you!"

Dean scoffed. "Oh, now that's bullshit."

Sam glowered at him for a long minute, then blew out an angry breath. "Yeah, that was bullshit. But dammit, we can find a better way! I can't lose you!"