"Your laptop's in my room, at the other motel," he said. "Jo's been using it a little bit here and there, trying to find information on how we think she got back."
Dean hadn't even had time to corrupt everything on the computer with porn. There'd been too much going on. Sam would be pleasantly surprised.
"We got ahold of a tap the motel had. Parking lot surveillance kind of thing." He remembered watching it, and hair on the back of his neck stood up again. "That's on there, too."