'Yeah.' I've had some dealings with him. 'He killed my brother about a hundred times just to try and teach me a lesson, and then left me on my own for months.'

Well, that-- there is no way to try and diplomatically recover from that, and what the fuck? Sam never told anybody about the thing with the mystery spot, not even Bobby. He certainly isn't about to tell some random girl he met once before in a dream.

'I--' he pauses, and scowls. 'I have a nasty suspicion this isn't just a dream. There's some kind of-- truth spell, or inhibition-lowering thing, or-- damnit,' Sam finishes with feeling. 'Is there anything this rift can't do to screw with us?'