Dean ripped his gaze from his demon self at the sound of Sam's voice, pushing down the tab on the canister of salt. Sam (well, okay, and Rose, too, he supposed) showing up just complicated the entire situation by about a million, considering there was enough salt left in the canister to make a demon sneeze, and he and Cas had that one little milk bottle of holy water between them. He didn't miss the shotgun Rose was packing, though, and his gaze lingered on it a moment, before snapping back to Alastair and the laughably demonic version of himself.

But the truth of it was, that gun wouldn't do a damn thing against either demon in the room unless it was packing rock salt. And even then...It wouldn't do much.

"Well. I dunno about you guys, but this feels a little like deja vu. And as touching as this little reunion is, I'm pretty sure one of you's dead and one's not real. So let's just get this over with so we can find the real man behind the curtain."