Sam had been reading up on shapeshifters. It wasn't like this Nightmare King was going to be in Dad's journal, after all. HAD been, right up until that hand landed on his shoulder. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath before looking over to the arm and then face that hand belonged to. A face that got absolutely no inkling of recognition in his eyes. "If the crazy woman with the nasty right hook is invited, I'd just as well pass, thanks."

Actually, if anybody with a mean right or left hook was invited, Sam would rather pass. Somehow, he didn't think that was going to be an option.