"I know," she said quietly. "I've met four different Sam Winchesters. Five, by some definitions."

Were you an entirely different person without your soul? She honestly didn't know. It was probably a question better suited to educated scholars. He certainly had seemed different at the end.

The end.

Ariadne was still kind of hurting from that. If only because Vira-Lorr's vision had left her feeling like...like there was some kind of future with Sam...

Oh well. It was silly to think about.

"Three Dean Winchesters, I think," she added.