Sam felt his long hair being being ruffled. It was only instinct for him to reach up and bat at her hand. "I meant you sounded like him, not looked like him." He leaned back looking back at her. He decided to skip upon telling her he argued with his father all the time. "And I don't need a hair cut. I don't want to look like one of your dolls."
Bobby walked into the kitchen, "Good luck with cutting his hair. Sam used to scream at the top of his lungs whenever his father attempted to cut his hair. It was like he was drying or something. And man, the arguments after," Bobby shook his head as he reached into the fridge for a beer.
Bobby stopped for a moment, "Look, you gonna stay here a while, Sam, take her upstairs and show her a room." He motioned with his beer before heading out the room. "Oh and I need to verify some things but I think we might be able to contact some spirits that might tell us where Lilith is." Bobby walked out.
Sam half wanted to just ask if they could just contact his brother. "C'mon," Sam started to push up to show her up to a room.