What the hell was it? Not a vamp, or she'd have drained her victims, not just torn them up. Not a wolf, not a – Sam wrenched himself out of the endless litany of possibilities.
Screw it.
Whatever she was, the bitch was going down, before she had a chance to kill his brother, or anyone else.
He shot a glance over at Wiley and caught a strange expression on his face. Surprise?
Pity?
The woman took a step towards Dean.
Before Sam could do more than raise his flamethrower, Wiley stepped out of the trees, his weapon nowhere in sight.