"Are you for real?" Lindsey asked in between instructions of how to get to the shaman's place. The houses here looked nothing like where a shaman would be living, but then, the people here were eccentric enough that someone weird and mystic would likely fit right in.

"If I lost my soul, you'll actually try to put it back in?" After all this talking, Lindsey thought Dean would take advantage of his soul being gone. Then a bit more petulantly, "Stop talking about my soul like it's a loose screw."