Sam was nervous. Understandably so, given their circumstance. As per usual, Dean remained impassive, eyes fixed dead ahead, his palms rested on his Baby's wheel. Sam just kept his head down. There was nothing to say. The mark was gone. And with it had come a great cost. His throat clenched, his adam's apple bobbing. Focus, he chastised. He swiped his fingers across his laptop, brows furrowed.
Dean picked up on this, quirking an eyebrow at his brother. "What d'ya got?" He asked.
Sam shrugged, mouth slightly agape. "Look, Dean.. Are you sure about this? I mean, we don't even know what this, Darkness thing is! Don't you th-" Dean cut him off.
"I think we should focus on helping people." He said bluntly.