[Whatever kinda world this is. Does the make of this place even extend beyond the hotel? Is it just its own isolated little thing? Ugh, no, Sam doesn't want an answer to that. He just wants out. Out and away, and back to his brother and the mess they've made.]

Luck's not really something that comes to mind in a place like this.

[And yet. He's only human, and he can't resist putting some stock in silly concepts like that.]

I'm mostly just used to summoning, exorcisms, warding, stuff like that. Nothing really fancy.

[Except the Apocalypse.




Sam is not talking about the Apocalypse.]