He figured that might be the case- hard to get sacred ground in a world as topsy turvy as this. Who knows what would've happened if he'd finished the ritual all the way through- maybe it would've outright killed Crowley. Maybe that might've erased all the progress. It's hard telling, but at any rate it's good enough that he stopped when he did. Crowley has been laying low ever since, hell, he's even been somewhat tolerable.

Somewhat.

"No kidding. Dude was sobbing like a baby towards the end, it was full-on bizarre. Anyway, mission accomplished on that front. Thought about strapping Meg's ass down and shooting her full of it, too, but she's been keeping things pretty low-key so I didn't see the point. Especially with her dad roaming the halls. Bitch on a leash- doesn't get much better than that." He raises his bottle in a sort of solute, then drinks. Truth be told, Dean probably wouldn't try and cure Meg no matter the circumstances. She was an ally at the last, she bit the dust, she deserves a little peace. Fucked up as that is to say.

And that has nothing at all to do with their... thing.