Sam laughed and shook his head, grinning. "Yeah, all right. I know what I'm good at." Which isn't just research, honestly. He's good at a lot of stuff. It's just that research was comfortable. Especially right now. He couldn't be tempted by demon blood when he was researching.

"God of fear and nightmares?" Sam shifted to lean against the ship strut next to the Impala. Because Dean gets possessive over the car. He knows that. "That is going to take some research. Though I'm not exactly sure where to start. I mean, it's entirely possible it's not even from our world."