"We didn't always have a choice. We went where the cases were. And Bobby lived in South Dakota, so sometimes we'd head up there for the winter." Sam's definitely talked about Bobby before, the crotchety old hunter who had been like a second father to him and Dean. Or, really, the first real father they'd had. "The Impala was pretty well insulated, though. I'm pretty sure that had to be after market."

He takes another sip of his coffee, then raises an eyebrow. "Flesh-eating horse? Are we talking kelpie or something else?"