Dean hmphed softly at the 'happy box' comment. He was good enough to not make any lewd comments. Instead he just watched his brother try to move away, as if moving away would really keep Dean from getting hit by some supernatural whammy in a little box. The smaller the box, the bigger the whammy, right?
His brows rose when Sam turned the key out of the box. This was what they had been hunting?
"So, we ran all of the City to gank a key?" The older Winchester looked at the piece of metal in the younger brother's hand. He scratched the back of his neck and looked around.
"You know I got no idea. A door? A vault. Dude, we could have found some rich demon's money." For a moment he smiled at the idea, only for a moment. "But, it's probably cursed, ruined, blood money." He grunted. "Damn demons, ruining good money like that."