"The Demon what?!" For a second, he sounded slightly asphyxiated, his voice ascending an octave and eyebrows flying heavenward, the message in Sam's hand forgotten in an instant. "You gotta be kiddin' me! Wh- dude, talk to me!" He swatted Sam's shoulder, alarm flooding his expression as he gulped and cursed at his quaking pitch. In retrospect, the tough guy act had been a complete waste. He blinked furiously. "How the hell did that happen?!"

The accident? Had it swiped the Colt while they were out of commission?