"Does that mean..." he trailed off, his eyes widening, "there's more!"
Dean and I turned to run back but there was a man standing there, he looked younger than Tom but he was still older than us.
And judging by the way he was glaring at us meant he was definitely not friendly.
"Hey there pal, what's your name?" I asked, trying to play it cool.
I saw Dean give me a weird look through the corner of my eye but I simply ignored it, waiting for this guy to answer.
The only problem was that the guy didn't answer which made me slowly back away with Dean, not liking how this guy is acting.
'On the count of three, we're going to run as fast as we can.' Dean mind-linked me and I nodded, the guy narrowing his eyes at us.
The guy reached in his pocket and had something in his hands, "three!" De
