"I don't know how you could be losing time," Sam said, pushing himself up and starting to pace. "And no, the Trickster's not dead. Wouldn't be much of a Trickster if he couldn't fool us on that, would he?"

Not that Sam knew how they'd come by the truth. Dean had told him. "I'm not even sure where this could have happened. Maybe on the planet." The planet made the most sense. Dean had started acting strangely there, too.