Sam's eyes widened and he sat back against the table. Suddenly, the things that Dean was saying on the planet made sense. A little, at least.

"Shit," he muttered, rubbing his hand back through his hair. "Oh man. Dean, that's not good." He looked up at his brother. "I'm not sure how it happened, but...I think you're losing time. When I woke up on the ship, you remembered things from past me. Like finding out the truth about the Trickster."