"Well..." Baby blinked, then shoved his hand into his jacket pocket. A handful of salt, some stray bullets. Sam's army man. It didn't seem like much had made it out; it had been swallowed into the void, evidently.

"Ah, wait a second." Baby patted down his body, eventually coming up with a serrated knife and a handgun, which he proudly presented to Dean. "That's all I have."