Something about Sam's silence niggled at the edge of Dean's awareness, but he decided not to pry. They could talk after this case was in their rear view.

He glanced over at Sam's words and hummed thoughtfully. It made sense, but there was a problem. "I dunno how we'd do that. If we're right, she only comes after someone with a big, nasty secret of some kind. Plus, I'm already dead, so I doubt she'd waste her energy on me."