No, Dean. Demons weren't involved. They locked us inside.

( He answers quickly, and gravelly, as he looks up, frowning. Is that what Dean wants? Him to play this game with a girl named Elena? It's not what he wants. And if it was, it wasn't what she wanted. )

She wasn't interested. Should I have? ( He puffs his lips out, glancing back in the direction he'd come from. ) She didn't want that. I didn't.