Wow. She seems absolutely certain of this, which - okay, which Sam can actually get. It occurs to him that he hasn't doubted for a second since his arrival that Dean would inevitably find him, and that they'd bust this joint together. Hopefully they can clear everyone out of it in the same fell swoop. He'd like to see Belle be able to go home, after everything.

"I guess I kinda get that," he admits finally. "My brother and I, we hunt things like witches, for a living I guess you could say - we're like that. We don't stay out of each other's hair for long." Despite those little obstacles like Hell and death, the whole nine fire-and-brimstone yards.

He looks at her, frowning, earnest.

"I hope you find him," he says, and he means it.