"Oh, I ain't been smoking nearly enough," Dan says, laughing, because really, the only thing that would make this whole experience better would be to be intoxicated on something for the duration. He's more worried about running out of cigarettes than smoking anything bad.

He can see how tetchy Dean's getting, though, how poorly Dean's receiving I'm a time traveler.

"You know, if you want to keep that arrow aimed at me the whole time, you can. I won't be doing nothing to convince you to fire it." He shrugs, urging the horse a little faster now that safety for the unconscious woman is near. "But it'll make it harder to keep an eye out for those creatures that got into our heads."

And just like that, one of those creatures must be getting close, because one of Dan's memories surfaces.

Dan is in a bunk bed in a room that looks something like a cell, grabbing a bottle of alcohol that someone's passing him from the bottom bunk, and then it's Sam's voice: "I think I got more shit for my height than anything else, at least the first year."

“That’s what you get for being nine feet tall, you titan.” Dan laughs.