[There's a pause. He should have thought about it before he said anything. He's not thinking clearly today. But this is Sam. A Sam. His Sam? Or the His Sam that isn't his Sam, because His Sam currently is a dick.
Damn. He has to say something.]
For all the blood in the kitchen. It's like their stocking for every twisted ritual out there.
[Or demons, but Dean is already dealing with enough demons. And avoiding his other selves. And Jos. And just about everything else wrong with this place.]