Sallie watched as Dean tore through the plant beds, Sam chasing down Dorothy's help all the while, as if the entire event was on the Cortex in some drama.

When Dean carefully plucks two scalpel blades out of the ground -- long things, an antique style meant to have a handle slid over the blunt end for use -- she stares at the gardener being led back from the field.

"What did you do?"