[Dean didn't protest the laptop being stolen back, as he'd already yanked out Dad's notebook and was flipping through its well-worn pages, a fixed look of determination on his face. At one point, his eyes lit up with discovery and he leaned back, slamming a finger onto the page] Just like I thought. [He whirled it around so Sam could see, tapping his finger twice over a picture that was paperclipped to the page.] Sturgis, South Dakota: some kid named Jake McCoy, found with the same marks, back in '98. [His eyes slid further down that page and across the adjacent one] Another one - in Shamrock, Texas, that Dad tracked down, happened a few years earlier.

[His eyes lifted from the page, one brow arching pointedly as he made eye contact with Sam] 'ccording to Dad's notes, there's a long trail of these going back for decades, and he thought the cause was something supernatural. [His voice dropped in volume the slightest bit] Maybe even the thing that went after Mom kind of supernatural. [Both brows raised in a brief shrug at his brother, hoping he was going to take the bait.]