The thing was... the last thing Dean wanted was for Sam to do this for him. He was back. They'd won. Revenge had gotten them fucked over so may times that Dean was tired of it.

But Sam was stubborn. More stubborn than Dad he thought sometimes.

"Not yet." He sighed as he reached for one of the bottles, frowning. "Don't know what's up, but I doubt it's anything good. Got an idea where we're heading in the morning?"