"I'll have to look into that," he said seriously. Unless Dean had seen to it, which hopefully was the case. They'd needed to protect themselves from so many things in the past, safeguard against so many evils, that Sam assumed his brother would just take care of it now.

"If there's a breech--" he started, frowning slightly at the thought, "Is there a... I don't know, response team? Someone, or some group, to come help you out if you can't handle it?"

Not everyone's a fighter, after all. He senses that Jubilee can handle herself, but what about everyone else in the Port?