Seeing Dean like that - a bit bruised but whole, himself - was enough to make Roger retreat a single step, eyes going rounder as he watched Dean cradle the pieces of earth.

"Let's say it works," Roger said, attempting strength that came off as more of a plea, "things don't work here the way you're used to. What if something happens and you don't know how to deal with it? What if it's not your... your deal-demon that comes up from out of the ground?"