He lets out a breath when Sam lets him go, refusing to sag. He doesn't honestly know if he could have done anything to prevent Sam from killing him then, but he knows there are a few things he could have tried. Just to make everything nice and fucked up.

And he knows it's exactly what the demon would want.

"I don't fucking know. He ran off after we had a little chat, he didn't exactly do the whole supervillain filling-me-in-on-his-plans business." He pauses, eyes slightly narrowed as he searches Sam's face. "What the fuck is your deal, anyway? What was that just now?"