She hasn't figured it out. He heaves a sigh, clenching his jaw. They're all so dramatic, these people, and it's exhausting to have to play this game with them. To summon up expressions for emotions that don't exist. But Sam does, leveling his features for now, trying not to look too annoyed with it all.

"Back home, Dean stuffed my soul back in, even though he was warned that it was a stupid idea. That trying to stuff a shredded soul back into its body was suicide."

He doesn't know how that'll end up, but here's hoping he never has to.

"I had to stop him from trying again." With a gun.