“It’s not that strange Dean,” Sam told his brother. “Remember the scarecrow god in Burkitsville? Or even the tulpa in the Hell House, like you said before. All in all I’d say Psyche being here is one of the least weird things so far.”

To Starbuck he could only nod solemnly before throwing up a hand in surrender at both their impatience. “Okay, okay!” he said, grinning again, and sloshed one more spoonful onto the crust before getting the spoon out of the way of Dean and the cheese.