Sam was feeling good. It was back to normal for the two brothers-or normal by their standards. The guilt would never truly go away and he knew that there were things left unsaid between them and put off for another day, but that was a sort of normal too.
He gave Dean a grin and a shrug and moved to open the door, squirt gun filled with holy water in hand. He just wished that they had the Colt or Ruby's knife but so far they didn't have either of those things here. At least, not that Sam knew of.
What he didn't expect behind that door was... nothing. Well, not nothing exactly, but no sign of a demon. There was, however, something gold in the middle of the floor that caught Sam's attention when it gleamed in the light that streamed in from the doorway.