Dean whistled softly, tilting the phone now and then to show Sam, even if the big guy could just read over his shoulder. This wasn't something they'd seen before, not exactly. It felt familiar, though. His lips pursed a little, jaw tightening. It felt like the Trickster when they first met the freaky little bastard, playing them off each other, but this was bigger.
"It's not a curse." He glanced at Sam. "Demi-god?" He kept scrolling as the file seemed to go on longer than it should have. The City let this sort of shit go? Wasn't it always out to protect its own kind? Or was this something different, a whole transplanted blood feud? The older Winchester really didn't want to think about it, not after some of the stories he'd heard.
"This..is crazy shit." It was stating the obvious. "Anyway we can get this?" He was already pulling out his own "phone." Thing sometimes seemed more powerful than what he'd been using in his own world.