[Sam's about to take a bite of the stew, determined to fight the slight roiling of a stomach that is both hungry and unwell all at once — but then stops at umbilical cords, much like a car hitting the breaks. Slowly, he lowers the untouched bite, nose wrinkling and grimace forming.

Well, that's unpleasant.]

Umb—

[Wait, hold up, back it up. Tired eyes sharply focus on Dean's. He may be a jittery mess that is held together with the bare basics of elmer's glue and scotch tape, but he can see a concerning plan when its presented right under his nose.]

... That's a horrible idea.

You know it's crawling with monsters, right? It's a crapshow down there. [He's just going to not mention how the hell he came to find this all out, because it's a content warning all on its own, okay? Okay. Goddamn.] Also, just gotta... point out how weird it is that you're doing it for umbilical cords.