"Sammy is not the devil incarnate, Eliot." Dean have him a withering look, shaking his head and sighing. "He just happens to be his perfect meatsuit. And no, angels aren't always the good guys. Michael, the one who wanted to use me as a meatsuit? Yeah his little lackeys tortured me and Sam trying to get me to say yes. Lets see...gave me stage 4 stomach cancer, stole my lungs, stole Sammy's lungs..."

He sighed, shaking his head. "Sad to say, Lucifer never tortured us to get Sam to say yes. Hell he pretty much left us alone until the end." He shrugged a shoulder before settling down with him again.

"Glad to know you don't think I'm nuts then. Sometimes even I think I'm crazy though...living this life? Yeah you get that way every once in a while."