Of course they didn't. If there was ever a neutral figure out there, it was a reaper. No, they didn't decide who died, but they could still—they still had the power to change it. If a deal was struck, anyone's life could be exchanged for another. Because he'd looked. He'd looked everywhere and that was the only loophole. Or it couldn't really even be called a loophole since he technically wasn't cheating anything. As long as someone's soul was claimed when it should've been, it would work.

Or it should. Apparently, hell didn't even want his soul and even now, Sam didn't know why. Maybe it was because that was where it was heading, anyway. It was possible. Hell, the more he thought about it, it seemed more than just possible.

But reapers weren't demons. They had nothing to do with demons. He wasn't sure, but there was a chance that meant that the contract that held Dean's soul, it could be overridden. Though even then—as much as Sam wouldn't have thought twice, he knew that if Dean ever found out what he was thinking right now...

"Right," Sam replied, unsure of how much he should say. He didn't want to say much at all, but if he was too vague, he'd never get the answers he wanted. Answers were more important at the moment. "But if—they haven't died yet, could you...would you ever be able to take another soul, if someone were willing?"

Yeah, he'd probably said too much. He was casual enough, but—

Never mind. It was too late to back out now.