"She didn't?" Dean looks as startled as he sounds. "Then who does?"

"She wouldn't say." Sam's voice is low, but steady - or steady enough. "Said she couldn't tell us. We called her bluff, but ..."

He blows out a breath and reaches for his own glass, finally, then looks up at his brother. "We'll find them. We'll find them, Dean. I'm not giving up, and you better not, either."