"Pop back in...?" He swallowed hard, looking down at his hands and squeezing them into fists. It was a purely unconscious gesture, a reminder, not a threat. He was in control. No one else. "I-I don't know? Maybe? I guess? I mean..."

He stared at his hands, lip caught between his teeth. Dean wouldn't make him. Dean wouldn't force him to take the Yeerk back. Other people might, if they knew where it was.

He'd made a deal.

"Glad he won't mind." He smiled faintly. "I'd be happy to stay with you, for as long as I can."