"Sigil," Dean murmured, holding still for Roger's inspection. He traced the outline of the charm himself, coming to rest at the slash cutting through the symbol on its right side.

"Sam cut it into both of us my first week here. Didn't want to lose me again, he said," Dean exhaled around a quiet laugh. Everything he was feeling now, in reverse. "Back home, it would have bound us together. I broke it myself before my Deal came due."