All right, apparently, they're doing this now. Dean rests his arms on the top of the car and gives her a level look. "You'll need to bear with me, because I don't know how much of my and your Dean's pasts are the same. Basically, when Sam and a whole lot of other people were babies, a demon messed with them.

"Once everybody was hitting twenty-two, abilities started showing up for them. In Sam's case, it was visions of people who were going to die. Mostly people connected to him. Awhile after that, said demon, who, by the way, killed Mom because she interrupted him while he was occupied and who later took Dad out, basically kidnapped everybody in waves to make them fight each other to the death."

Dean swallows and licks his lips. "Sam didn't make it. So I went to a crossroads and made a deal. What else was I supposed to do? Dad told me to keep him safe--been drilling it into me since I was four--and I failed."