"Yeah, no." Talking about Dad inevitably led to wondering what Dad would've been like if Henry had raised him, and from there, whether Dean could have had a life, what Sam would've done with his. He shrugged instead and pointedly changed the subject.

"It's nothing serious, anyway." At least not the stuff on this side of whatever dimension shift they occupied. So far as he'd figured out. "Just little shit. Having to actually find Dean or page him instead of texting if I want to tell him something. Ghosts that won't stay banished. The hotel staff's obsession with towels and anti-obsession with answers... and not being able to figure this place out so we can go home."