Rain started to fall. Not a heavy downpour, but enough to deliver a serious blow to their plans if it continued.
Wiley consulted the part of himself that kept him on track and found that nothing had changed. They were still good to go.
"There it is," Sam said suddenly.
Wiley touched the brakes. Just ahead a well-worn sign marked the entrance to a forest service road. It led to the area where Dean had fallen prey to their killer.
Sam took out his cell and tapped out a quick text. We're there.
The answering text was a thumbs up.