"Yeah, basically. Pretty sure it's some magic shit anyway." Technically he and Sam were still pretending to be insurance investigators, but there was time travel and, like, Tokien shit wandering around, so Dean wasn't too interested in 'technically'. "Finding a spell I can break up's probably wishful thinkin', but I wanna try anyway. You're pretty sure there's nothin' here?" Except horses and their shit and - Dean slapped at his neck absently - flies apparently. The bitey kind.