"It's fine, Matteo. Leave him be, son." Bobby looked back at Aleister and somehow tried to convey with one look that he was not badly hurt and that he had not told the boys anything about them and that there was no reason to fret or to bring up any changes in relationship status right now. "It wasn't much of a tracking spell."

"And it's none of your business," Sam informed Aleister with a decisive glare, already expecting that it'd be ignored. He got up and moved closer to Bobby and his brother, feeling that surge of protectiveness. "No one wants to make a deal here, so get lost."