That hadn't been exactly what he'd meant, but whatever. Dean really didn't care. He'd seen weird shit. He'd chosen the wrong words, or hadn't thought this all had to go back that far. He shrugged, lips moving into a weird wiggling line, arms crossing over his chest.
Maybe. Maybe a spell could do this. Rock on with your bad selves, magic people.
"I'll have to head out there. Soon. See what's going on. I don't like the information I do have about everything that's out there. I don't like that--"
That his dad went out to Trout Run Road once and turned back.
This entire situation sucked beyond the telling of it, and Dean knew about situations sucking.