The one who --








No.

Just. No.

There's a burst of white noise in his head -- deja vu much?

"Yeah. Thank for that."

Distantly, Dean's aware that he should maybe mean that. But he doesn't. He can't.

He's not supposed to be here, today or ever. And maybe that's why he decides to get up close and personal with whatever-the-hell's come to visit.

You'd think the demon-killing knife stabbing in, smooth like butter, would make him feel better about the whole situation.

Guess what? It doesn't.