"Yeah," he says, glad to have good news to tell his brother. "Wendigo in Eastern Oregon. I figure we can head out as soon as we deal with this wraith."

Which hopefully is soon. His leg is bouncing underneath the table as he eats, and it has nothing to do with being hyper. It's a distraction. A way to focus his attention on something other than the fact that normally he and Dean would be curled up on the couch as they ate, watching bad television and enjoying just being together. It feels like months since they last did that.