"Yeah. But then that might be a creature with shitty humans combined thing." Either a regular fucked up cult or a fucked up cult built around some creature that needed a sacrifice. Or some God. Given the Deep One was around in this world, Dean figured there were probably others. Same shit he'd dealt with back home.
Really, Dunwich was same shit, different multiverse.
Dean hadn't made enough friends here yet to be upset at anyone who'd left so far, but he could imagine if it took Joe, Sam, or Castiel back... "Yeah, man. Maybe we can figure it out, find a way to keep people here who want to be here." Like me, he thought, surprised by it. "So you and Thomas...? You a thing?"