Dean casts one quick look back at Dorothy's place.

He kinda wants to throw a Christo at her, just to be sure.

But the gardener ain't dead yet, which means demons aren't too likely.

Still.

"Yeah," he says, levering himself up, "sounds like a plan."

He tucks the scalpels away, careful not to cut himself or his clothes.

He's only got so many pairs of pants.