"It's from a ship—the Star."
"Really?" Dean's eyebrows jumped.
"Yeah. Sunk in a storm in 1723. Headed to the New World…?" Sam took Dean's cues to keep going. "Weighed anchor in Leith, Scotland."
"Leith!" The older brother snapped his fingers. "Gavin MacLeod. This- this was his ship."
"Crowley's kid?"
"Yeeep," Dean nodded, looking proud of himself.
"... How do you know that?"
The smirk faded. "Well, uh… I dunno."
Sam couldn't help himself. "Does this have to do with that 'summer of love' thing from a couple years ago?"
Dean looked taken aback, horrified, and disgusted all in one. "No."
