He grunts out a soft sound about those usual suspects — it sounds like you're not wrong, but also... also, yeah, they're gonna wanna talk about how much of a problem the usual suspects currently are.

He asks one of the obvious questions, and Dean shoots him a meaningful look as they walk. Jo — yeah, he knows. It's nuts, it's absolutely insane. Great, but unbelievable.

"So far, my count's seven," he says grimly. "Seven from our world, from back home. Not all of 'em are here, a couple are on the other side of the continent."

Which is probably for the best, at least for now. Harder to keep a leash on them, harder to hunt them, but also harder for them to screw with Dean and Sam — or the people around them.

"The short version is they've been yanking people in from all over the multi-verse, from different points on the timeline. That rock- they told you about the Singularity, right? It's this huge magical power source, this whole place is practically in a war over what to do with it. Some of 'em think there's something apocalyptic about it. Apparently they're grabbing anybody with the slightest chance to be useful."

And considering the near-apocalypse or three that happened back home, well, maybe that's what got them targeted? Who knows.