Ty picked up his bottle of beer and threw it hard against the wall of the motel. The glass shattered and the liquid foamed and bubbled, staining the carpet and making the room reak of alcohol.
"What. The. F**k!"
He paced angrily, rubbing his jaw as he thought about his next move.
How had both of them survived? Maybe he had been careless with Faith, but with Dean, he had planned everything right down to the last detail. There was no possible way they could've found him in time.
What was with these people?
Ty grimaced, trying to keep calm so that he could plan his next move.
He would get those two out of the way.
Then he could start on Sam.