"You think it means that Dean's involved? I'm not buying it. Not yet."

"Be sensible. Someone had to know where to send that guy after you."

Gus gripped the cell even harder, forcing some semblance of calm. He glanced over to Anya, curled up on the bed in the cheap-ass motel room, hugging her knees, eyes wide, face as pale as the sheets on the bed. For her sake he had to keep it together. She was already frightened enough. He'd promised to keep her safe and damn it, ...