"Like we don't have enough shit to deal with." Dean said sourly. "Are they still out there?"
"Yeah, they're parked down the street." Wiley let the curtain drop. "I don't know what the hell made them latch on to me."
"Whatever it was, we need to get their eyes onto something else." Feeling unsettled, Sam looked around the room. "Is it still –"
"Yes," Wiley interrupted him quickly. Honestly, he had no clue if the thing was still watching them, but it made sense to assume it was and keep shut about it.
Getting the message, Sam flushed and nodded.