The chill burns in his blood like an ember, his knuckles blanching over the swing chains. He didn't feel anything going through his head but it must've because it knows. What is it?

He can almost hear Dean now, run like hell. He doesn't think that'll help.

But it answered his first question, so maybe it'll answer his second. He tries again, the words broken out slowly, warily.

"How do you know my name?"