Tucking away his cell phone, Dean flicked a glance at the rearview mirror.
Seeing the street behind him still empty of cops, he tugged his pistol out of his belt and laid it on the seat beside him.
Sam hadn't answered his text, which meant his brother was still pretty mad.
Not a big surprise. When Wiley rolled out his plan to use Dean as bait, Sammy's head had nearly exploded.
Dean himself wasn't too worried.
Things could go bad, sure. But him and Sammy had been cheating death for years.
Today was just gonna be more of the same.