Yeah, I meant not good for your head to be exploding if something happened. I might not have been entirely clear.
It's been said. Probably the least dangerous of the supernatural threats against me, though. There's also my world's Lucifer owning my soul, being branded as a lesser member of the Black Host of rebellious angels, and having what basically amounts to a nuke made of God's anger leashed to my soul. I figure looking like Sam, while definitely dangerous, is the smallest bulls-eye painted on my soul right now.