"Better make a start on that, then." Dean withdrew the crucifix, flipping it over in his hand, and bared his teeth in something nowhere near a smile. "Might come back and finish the job myself if you take too long over it."
Not right away, though. First he was going to head back to the hotel and hit up that library, see what they had in there about demons that threw people through time.
And wish that Sammy was doing it so he could stick with the shooting and fighting and burning. The stuff he was good at.