Water hits him in the face.  He closes his eyes and mouth in time but it goes up his nose.  With a long-suffering sigh he wipes his face on his sleeve.

His brother shrugs, at least looking apologetic even if he doesn�t say sorry.  �Just testing.�

�Good.  Really.�  Sam smirks, wondering if he really means it.  The demon didn�t harm them, just revealed a few home truths.  �Listen... we should....�

He knows what�s coming next.  �We�ll talk later.�  He squeezes Dean�s shoulder.  �I need a beer.�  He wants to know what happens when it�s alcohol guiding them.