"Well, it is a Colt," Waverly points out, before risking a glance over her hand. He's still shirtless in bed, but it could be worse. She glances at Sam, then answers Dean. "Yeah."

She turns to face him, the hand that had been lifted dropping to her side, the other, holding the skull, coming into view. "Well, revenants. But they're a kind of demon... I think."