"Yeah but then the moron sold his soul for six more months so clearly, he knew this was a bad fucking idea. We're both just going to die in some insane attempt to cure... wait." Harry looked at Sam, suddenly realising something. "You... you did actually cure Aleister, right?" Or was he dead and that was why no one had heard from him? Oh shit, he was going to die.

He inhaled sharply and tilted his head back. Jesus. "How fucked are we, Sammy? You feeling like death yet?"