This was...awkward. You, Sam, and Dean had just killed the yellow eyed demon, and now you were puzzled, trying to figure out what Jake had told you. Something about him killing you, and that you were supposed to be dead. Dean and Sam wouldn't look you in the eye, and they were being defensive as hell about every question you asked, not wanting to admit that Dean had sold his soul for you "we just killed a demon. Can't we celebrate for a second?" Dean asks, pissed.