The clearing where Dean had nearly lost his life just four days earlier was only about a mile from the service road, so it wasn't long before Sam and Wiley were dumping their supplies out onto the forest floor, readying themselves for the battle ahead.
Working quickly to assemble the flamethrower, Sam said tersely, "Listen, how do you know? How do you know this is gonna work?"
Wiley tugged a bottle of water out of his jacket. After a minute's thought, he took a long swallow. "The same way you know when your dreams aren't just dreams, but prophecies."
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