Sam kept his arms crossed, dark look on his face. It was all he could do to keep quiet, to not react to someone threatening his brother and he didn't give a damn how powerful the guy was. Hated being talked about too. Like he had to explain why he had silver--it's not like he intended to use it on Dean or anything that wasn't trying to kill him.

He waited until Eric had left before stepping around Dean, eyes narrowing. "Who the hell was that?" A pause.

"And what do you mean, I'm yours? What the hell does that even mean, Dean?" If he was in trouble, why hadn't Dean ever mentioned it? Wasn't like he was setting out to get his brother killed or anything.