"'More her type,' huh?" Dean grinned. "Well, then I was probably right." He paused for a moment, then asked, "Do I want to ask about the messy part?"

At Starbuck's question, he suddenly realized that, hey, this was probably going to sound even weirder than it was, if that was possible. "I'm... Well, Sam--" He sighed. "Apparently, either I'm from the past, or Sam's from the future, because the last thing I remember before getting here happened about six months before the last thing Sam remembers." It wasn't the weirdest thing about this place, not by a long shot, but it was the thing most severely freaking him out right now.