He had no idea the horrors that could wait at the end of that sentence. But Diana decided she was getting ahead of herself. No point in panicking or freaking the dude out if they were able to just walk out when all was said and done. She liked to think she had a bit more self-control than the average Cainite.

And usually, she did.

With a little shrug, she plopped down into the seat beside him, looking up at the screen. She'd completely lost the thread of the plot, but this point. But she supposed movies like this weren't made for the plot.

"You know what I could never figure out," she said, leaning over toward Dean. "Why does the spiderweb come out of his wrists? That's not where it comes out on a spider."