"Christo." Sam spat the word without even trying to hide it in conversation. Sure, the Innkeeper had known their names, but Sam wasn't convinced the staff wasn't demonic either. No way he was taking chance with this guy, especially since he'd just rattled off a wishlist that was designed to knock Sam off his game and make him relax his guard.

"I don't know who you are or what you want, but if you're here for Dean, you have two choices. Go back where you came from or die."