Worse, actually. [Because this is a creepy surveillance state of a world means that, of course, this government would want to have an extra task force dedicated to screwing them over. Sam's reminded of the leviathans, at least a little. The guys on the Sam and Dean beat were a pain in the ass. But this is different. It's not like borax is going to help them in a gun and gun.] It's government mandated. Um, officially. [Because back home, it's unofficial.] And it looks like we're the target.

[Which, again, not a thing they're strangers to. They know how to lay low. They've died both legally and illegally a bunch of times.]

It might not be long until we're the monsters. I'm not sure if we're gonna be dealing with crazy mobs or this world's version of the British Men of Letters trying to wipe out a problem—[They really do have a point in their stupidly long and yet not that long lives to parallel everything.] Either way, it's not good.

[It's a problem. But it's one that'll probably lead to stewing. But they're talking. They could definitely not be talking, and guess what? That'd be worse.]