Seeing as they were still investigating a case in this town, Jack probably should’ve been more suspicious than he was— or at least have asked some questions about the strange happenings. But it was in his nature to be trusting, and he didn’t see any cause for alarm just yet. Maybe if Sam or Dean were with him, it might’ve been a different story. “There’s a bar not too far from here,” he offered, tilting his head slightly as he considered the question. “It’s Thursday, July 19.”

      _{“Year?” The question was asked as if it was the per-usual. Ky sometimes found himself out mere weeks after he was thrown in the bit, but it had been years- no centuries for him down there. A reason to why he needed to know exactly how long he’d been gone – if it was by what he’d assumed… it had been at least a few months – maybe longer. “What…” he sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “year is it?”}