( It ain't a bad theory. Stick that big fuck-off rock in Boise and a crapload of randos would probably start throwing fireballs out of nowhere, too. At least this place is more equipped to handle that kind of chaos — with a lower case c. Dean would be working himself into the freaking grave back home.

He hums distantly, thoughtfully. Gives one of those little tiny sways that read you might be right but who knows. )

With one or two exceptions. Gods. Angels. The occasional anomalous douchebag. Trendline on the idea holds up.

( Followed by an absent shrug. )

Anyway, point being that ain't really my thing, so. I'm not gonna go holding my breath on joining wizard school. Think I'll stick to the stabbing tactic. It's been working for me so far.

( A beat. )

Well, I've died like a dozen times, but aside from that.