"You've seen more of him than I have lately," Sam says with a shrug, resolutely not thinking about how true that is in more than one sense. "Figured you might've noticed something that could lead us to him. Anything could help right now."

Sam gives Mike another look-over then, scrutinizing. Some demons work alone, others together. It's impossible right now to know if the one in Dean is solitary or if there's a wider a web here. And there's still a significant part of Sam that isn't sure whether or not to trust Mike.

Without another thought, Sam flicks a slit in the bag of salt in Mike's arms, freeing just enough granules to start a small river of white over Mike's hands.