". . . A little," Dean admitted, putting the holy water away.

All right. The rabbit was legit, or at least not demonic. Sam was legit, and that at least was comforting.

"From the top now, Sam. What are we doing here?"

He'd heard it before, but from people not Sam, who'd know all the things that were actually important to tell him - the things someone in the murder business needed to know.