"Holing up in a church doesn't sound like a bad idea," Sam replied, a dark note creeping into his tone. His gaze slid upward, towards the sky as he searched for any lingering traces of bloody red, brow furrowing and eyes darkening. "Does sanctuary count against mental institutions?" It was an honest, if idle, question - while he had been concerned now and then about dodging demonic or otherwise evil creatures, the possibility of being committed had always been at most an abstract, something not likely to happen unless he was very, very foolish.

Or, apparently, woke up in the wrong place.