"Dude, I'm sure you win the contest... but whatever he sees in you, he gets to carry around with him the rest of his life, too." Dean arched an eyebrow. "I saddled that guy with Hell. Accidentally." He shook his head.
Good, though. Sam was warned. And, Dean thought, better warned than he'd been. Harry'd been vague, and Dean understood it was a hard thing to talk about. But hopefully no one would get a gander at Sam and go completely bonkers. They needed all the help they could get.
He looked around at the motel. He hadn't been to this one, yet. It was nicer than the Phoenix, but it was still a cookie-cutter place.