"I know your secret, Sam. Your addiction." The demon smirked, despite her position in the middle of the Devil's Trap.

The younger Winchester paled. "I don't know what you're talking about." He set his jaw, his gaze flitting nervously over to Dean.

"Sam, what is she talking about?" Dean's green eyes narrowed.

"Nothing, Dean." Sam kept his voice even.

"Oh, it certainly isn't nothing, Sammy." It was as though she was ignoring Dean's presence completely, though clearly her decisive speech was for his benefit.

"Sam, tell me."

"She's a demon, Dean, she lies!" Sam raised his voice, earning a suspicious look from Dean. The taller brother sighed and fidgeted nervously, shifting his weight from leg to leg. "Don't you think I would have told you about whatever it is she's talking about, if it actually existed?"

"What do you know?" Dean was ignoring Sam now, addressing the demon directly.

"Dean, don't listen to her-"

"Go check his phone."

"Shouldn't you trust your own brother over a demon, Dean?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, Sammy, you haven't exactly been open with me since I got back." Dean crossed the room, shooting a glance at Sam. "Anything you want to tell me before I do this?"

"Dean, please." He gave his older brother a pleading look. "Don't."

That just seemed to make up Dean's mind even more. In a second, he had snatched up the phone.

"Password," he demanded.

"Dean-"

"Password, Sam!" Dean was yelling now, and Sam sighed.

"7-8-2-9."

Dean entered it, then stood there, thinking. His head snapped up, and he shot Sam a disgusted glance. "Ruby? Really?"

"Shut up, Dean."

"I should have known it had something to do with that demon bitch!" Dean exclaimed loudly, his voice overlapping Sam's. He turned his attention back to the phone. He scrolled through the phone; after a few minutes, a look of horror dawned over his face.

"What?" His voice was harsh, more gravelly than usual. "Sam, no. Tell me this isn't true."

"Dean, I can explain-"

"Explain what, Sammy?" He held up the phone, showing the screen to both Sam and the demon girl. "Is this what you were talking about?" he asked her.

The demon nodded, a vicious smirk on her face. Her eyes flit from Dean, to the phone, to Sam, then finally back to Dean.

"That's right, Dean," she purred. "Your darling little brother Sammy here plays Candy Crush."