"There's a lot of that in the Old Testament." Chris wasn't a religious man but he was knowledgable. "Can't wear mixed fabrics either."

Not that he bought into that. There was a difference between knowing that supernatural things existed and having faith in a higher power. The world was a little too cruel for Chris to have any sort of faith left in him. He hadn't lost some last shred of optimism but he didn't have the energy for faith.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the couch, resting for just a moment. Sitting down like this, not thinking about a hunt or work made it harder to ignore how damn tired he was. He still wasn't ready to give in and opened his eyes after a moment.

"So, what do you do?" he asked without looking at Peter. He didn't expect an answer but he was curious. Any information might prove useful later. He might need to know this when he finally had to put Peter down.