>“Seriously, how the hell would that even happen? People don't just become demons. Not people who know anyway. And Sam was pretty careful, right? He sounded clued up enough on the board. Someone like that - someone like us - doesn't just wake up one day with Satan in the driving seat."
Dean has no words to offer, not verbally (nothing new there), and not on paper, he just shrugs a little weakly, staring at the paper in front of him, at his brother’s name and the name of the ultimate evil, the words he wrote. He doesn’t know, not specifics. All he knows is that he wasn’t there when he should have been, and that Ruby was.
>“… shit"
He nods his head a little without looking up at her. There’s nothing else to say, nothing to add. There’s nothing they can do. Nothing that won’t hurt Sam, anyway, and even then… just because it hurts Sam doesn’t mean it would work anyway – but that isn’t an option, they have to get him out of Sam first.
He doesn’t think there are exorcisms out there strong enough for this sort of a problem, and there’s really nothing else to be done if the devil steals your brother’s body.