"When I knew Sam - we were roommates - he was maybe thirty years old."
Dan, in contrast to Dean, keeps that vague friendliness as if he doesn't even notice Dean's implied threat. He does notice, of course. And he's aware that Dean's holding the bow, and Dan has no weapon besides a knife tucked into his boot.
"He's a good guy. Taught me how to do a signature. Okay, lean her head forward a little so she don't inhale any of that blood. Her lip's real shredded."
There, a break in the fog, and Dan can see the lights where the faire goers have been escaping towards north.
"So I...so me and a few other folks, we seem to keep getting tugged into different worlds or different times or something. And that's how I know Sam."
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Dan, in contrast to Dean, keeps that vague friendliness as if he doesn't even notice Dean's implied threat. He does notice, of course. And he's aware that Dean's holding the bow, and Dan has no weapon besides a knife tucked into his boot.
"He's a good guy. Taught me how to do a signature. Okay, lean her head forward a little so she don't inhale any of that blood. Her lip's real shredded."
There, a break in the fog, and Dan can see the lights where the faire goers have been escaping towards north.
"So I...so me and a few other folks, we seem to keep getting tugged into different worlds or different times or something. And that's how I know Sam."