"Everything hurts," she mumbled and shrugged, glancing over at him again. She was sure she had boot prints on her in places. The bruises weren't as bad as the itching, stinging, burning pain across her back where the skin had split open under wire lashes.

"I'll stay tonight, but... I really want to leave tomorrow, Sam. I don't wanna stay here. I want to be off the map somewhere. Too many cops and doctors involved here." Dean had never quite shaken the mistrust of authority figures Dad drilled in at an early age. Cops and hospitals equaled trouble.