Harry's eyes fixed on Phaedra when she spoke in his mind, and he forced himself to nod and wretch his gaze away. His body was tense, forcibly holding himself against the doorway.
When Sam was introduced, however, his eyebrows shot up. "Dean's brother? Alright, good." He reached over and grabbed Sam by the shoulder, pulling him back towards the house. "Inside, you. I can call your brother and get him over here." He recognized Sam now, and the recognition was bringing back memories of that soulgaze with Dean. Harry wanted to keep this kid safe, no matter what. If would positively destroy Dean if something happened to his brother now. "I'm Harry, she's Phaedra, and we're friends of Dean and Jo."
Harry glanced at where Phaedra was looking, and swore under his breath. "Need a shotgun, Phae?" She probably didn't, but it was worth the offer.