Sam just hums at that, unaffected by Dean's reply.

"Should let her know I ended up okay, someday. Hopefully she'll forget and move on with her life as usual." He hopes they never turn into Dean. Or get as vicious and angry as those hunters. He peels off the bloody jacket, revealing a bloody long sleeve. He leans back, sighing. "Don't throw yourself into danger like that again for me, though. I don't care how valuable I am as a satan baiting worm; you're supposed to be the hard-ass not risking himself for others, right?"

He breathes.

"I thought they were going to kill you, too."