Having given his rifle to Dean, Sam felt more than a little naked bringing psychokinesis to a...bonefight? Hell. What was this thing? And he had no idea what Xavin could do--except apparently be something that was almost as inhuman looking as the bone pile?

Rolling his tongue behind his teeth, Sam set his feet, held up a hand (yeah, yeah, stop in the name of love, shut it, Dean) and pushed a blast of mental force ahead of it to slam into bones. And immediately, in case it had some kind of demonic intelligence, began chanting an exorcism while he sought to grab its mind.