Marcus inhales deeply and closes his eyes. He exhales, feeling the air leave his lungs. All this is happening in his head or in Dan's or somewhere in between and it still somehow feels so real, as if the demon might have just been a thing they'd all dreamed. But then, somewhere far off, he hears the buzzing of insects and knows there's no more pretending.

"I love you," he says as he opens his eyes. "I'm not giving up. Let's do this."

He wonders if Dan has spoken to Sam about this. If he's going to open Dan's eyes and walk out of the room in Dan's body and scare the hell out of his friend trying to help him. There isn't really any time to ask, however, because he can feel something tugging at him. Something that feels like gravity, as if he's boarded one of those fair rides that use the force of their spinning to keep you pinned to the wall. That isn't quite it either, it isn't fast enough for that, but it's the closest thing he can think of at a moment like this.