Ben looks back and forth between the two of them. He remembers the smell of that dank basement, the fear rolling off all the other kids in the cages like sweat. He remembers the nightmares that went away and the one that never did.

He's never been outside of Indiana. He found the map tucked under his homework, one evening, crumpled and smudged, red circles all over. He stared at it for a few moments but couldn't see any pattern.

Ben looks down at Dean and says, "You are not my father."