Sam hid, watching the man move. There was a familiarity. Like the man that had cut him free from the hooks and chains and protected him from the yellow eyed man that had jumped on them. The one who had grabbed him and got him in the tree before he disappeared.

Maybe he knew where Dean was. He looked like he would know. But there was a thing about him. Dangerous. Like he could hurt Sam. Sam hurt a lot of people because he knew they wouldn't hurt him.

Dean wouldn't hurt Sam. This man... he would.

But Sam wanted to curl up in the back seat of the car, so he would just wait until the man went inside and fell asleep. Then he would go back to the car.

Sam was patient.