"Doesn't really matter, Sammy. He makes it his business." There wasn't much in the world he wanted less than to have to explain to Sam how he was different from other humans. Especially since Dean couldn't even say why it was so. He didn't know. He just... was.

The only way he could see to keep Sam safe from all this was to get him as far away from himself as possible. And hope Eric lost interest. He felt a stab of pain at the thought. Hadn't had Sam back very long just to lose him again.

"Track them down, hopefully rescue whichever poor bastard they've got trussed up in silver, and turn them over to the local sheriff. Unless they try to kill me first and then I kill them back." He shrugged.