San started the car and let the music keep playing because he wasn't in the car with Matty and so he would listen to whatever the hell he wanted to listen to. "We're not attached at the hip, no. Kind of comes and goes with the seasons, I'd say."

He knew where Matty was, roughly. They checked in on each other every few days, checked in with Bobby back at the bunker. But he was off doing his thing with his angel and Sam was here. Getting himself a demon, apparently.

He got them onto the road and shook his head. "No one has an in with Abaddon. Pointless anyway. There's no plan there, only anarchy."