"We can watch anything you want, man." Sam picked at the knee of his jeans, they were starting to wear thin.
"To tell you the truth, man? I've been on one hunt and it was with you, to Scotland. You and Jo sorta...bumped uglies and it *got* ugly, so you were runnin' away from that. Don't worry, she's gone too. So, no. Not really. We helped a little girl who was seeing spirits, but no salt and burn. I mean, there's witches here. Wizards, superheroes, vampires and werewolves...and most of them are decent people. And I'm okay with that."
He hoped the answer was at least some part of what Dean wanted to hear.