Headway. With Sam. Dean took a long drink from the bottle in his hand.
"No."
His voice wasn't level when he said it. Dean hadn't tried too hard. Not the way he could've. He'd honored Sam's wishes--find Lisa, settle down, live a normal life, try to be happy. Forget. Except he hadn't forgotten, and the thing with Lisa...
"I, uh... no. I only know one thing with enough juice to get him outta there. And it's a whole can of worms that can't be put back in the can."