[Sam was quiet since Dean was pretty much... bringing up all the stuff he'd been thinking about, himself. Things he wasn't sure he wanted to get into yet. They'd need to though, right? He frowned a little, poking at what was left of his own food.] ... Let's talk after this, man. Come on.

[Wished he knew what was best to do here. He wanted it, sure, but... he really shouldn't. It wasn't normal in any sense of the word.]