"Dean," Sam whispered from across the bunker library's table.
There was that fear again, the one that would blossom in his little brother's eyes for a split second before Zeke must be quelling his thoughts. How on Earth could he look Sam in the eye, knowing what he knew?
"I… um… Funkytown got stuck in my head. I don't know how, or- or why…."
Funkytown was code. He was trying to warn Dean without looking suspicious.
But Dean already knew what the problem was, and he just wanted to be able to ignore it. "Stop listening to goddamn disco, then."
