The one pulling the strings was indeed related to the "Source of Pain"! Still... Dean frowned as he looked at the man with the contorted face.
He seemed to have seen this person before.
Dean rubbed his forehead, trying to activate his fragmented memory palace to recall when he might have seen the man's face. Instead, he let out a muffled groan as the dizziness, which had previously subsided, rushed back.
Fuck! This is a concussion!
Dean didn't dare stimulate his brain further and began to search the man. Using professional techniques, just over ten seconds later, he found several bottles of painkillers, a vial of powder with unknown ingredients, an old pager, and a grocery shopping list.
