'That bitch possessing Ruby's meat suit. She let the hell dogs in and then black,' he said with a shrug. If he told himself that this was the truth long enough, it might become the truth. It might sink in and all the torture he had to endure might fade away. 'Then I was here...in the Impala.'
Dean took a long swig of his beer as if trying to sort things out. Still, there wasn't much to say and he didn't want to worry Sam. It was bad enough that Sam had him worried, then again, Sam always had him worried since they were kids.