Sam blinked at her. "Thanks, I was going for that 'I just lost my brother' look. How well am I pulling it off?" He replied, acid dripping from every word. It wasn't Deena's fault that Dean's time had come, that he had failed his brother. That didn't stop him from acting like a dick, though. He felt quite entitled to that little tidbit, thanks.
Since he was already wearing every damned emotion on his sleeve he had no problem just letting himself look stupidly confused. Dean sent her? How the hell could Dean have sent her? "Very funny." He sneered. "Dean sent you. Right. Going to claim my dad asked you to do my laundry, too? I'm not lacking dead people for you to claim sent you messages."
When she pushed past him Sam shut the door a bit harder than he meant to, causing the frame to rattle. The place was pretty run down. And then she was grabbing his hand and dammit, he really just wanted her to go. He had half a mind to just snatch his hand right back.
"I've been doing line dancing and throwing confetti."