"No. I know this guy. He definitely has something to do with this." Sam shook his head again. "How well do you know him? And who are you?" Because he still hadn't answered that and Sam was beginning to get antsy.
He glanced through the open door into the office, as if expecting to see the Devil just standing there and back from wherever the hell he was.
"It would've been nice for him to warn me," he grumbled underneath his breath. "Y'know, that the world was going to end. I thought-- yeah, I thought we were at that point. He should have warned me."