Alright. I'm... I'm counting on you, Sam. [ on this being simple, on it staying in control. dean doesn't feel entirely reassured, but he's... trying here, alright. ]

Any demons catch wind of this, for any reason, you just make sure that door stays closed. I'll chase 'em off, too, but that means no chit-chattin' with 'em over the phone either.

[ he knows how sweet worded ruby can be, or lucifer, or whoever. how easily they get under sam's skin.

but anyway, dean shrugs. ]

I don't know. It's weird, like there's something... but I can't put my finger on it. Not yet.