"Black magic?" Both of Dean's eyebrows raised. He looked from Molly, who he was beginning to think was buckets upon buckets of crazy, to Jo and then back again. His eyes stopped on Jo. She said that she might be able to figure out what it was.
This was dire enough that Dean just forgot he was hungry, entirely. There was an entire pizza there, one he'd normally devour, and he just let it sit.
"Doing what, exactly?"
Dean was getting a little nervous, now. Molly was awfully on edge, which wasn't helping. Now there was black magic in the mix. He thought of that coven of witches, what they'd done to each other.... He was a great hunter, but there were definitely aspects of his job he did not like.