Sam’s expression shifted as John laid out his plans. Now it was less enthusiastic curiosity and more cautious calculation. He inhaled sharply. “That’s a hell of an ask, man.” He said, watching his companion carefully. “Not that I don’t think you’ve thought this through but all the planning in the world might not be enough to anticipate all the ways this thing could go sideways.” He considered.
Honestly, he was torn. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t interested in finding out if Hell could reach them here, and it would be good to have that knowledge rather than have it sprung on them but the best laid plans could still go completely and catastrophically wrong where demons were concerned and he couldn’t help but be wary. Then again maybe with the right back up Johns chances for success might be increased. After all, even with what little he knew of his current drinking partner, he seriously doubted he’d be able to talk John out of this altogether. Maybe, just maybe, if he was there to help if needed then John could pull this off. Sam wasn’t sure whether the booze was making this seem like a good idea or if he was actually seriously considering doing it because he thought it was a good idea.
“Why do you want to know so bad?” Sam thought maybe if he knew John’s motivation maybe it would help him reason this thing out.