It was getting dark by the time Dean had finally left the preserve. He'd yelled and shot at and finally beat at the stupid statues with his fists until his hands were bruised and bleeding, but they hadn't done anything else. And Sammy and his Dad hadn't reappeared.

It was only when the light started to fade that he was finally able to pull himself away -- and even then it felt like a betrayal of sorts. He'd gone into the Preserve part of a family, he'd walked out alone and that hurt with every step that took him further away.

Without thinking about it, he made his way to the house on Unicorn Street, ringing the doorbell when he got there.