Sam had taken the shotgun from Harry and automatically checked the safety, and the chamber, grunting an affirmative in Martian to confirm that he was in fact Sam. He resisted the urge to quote Dr. Seuss' Green Eggs and Ham while he was at it.
"Hellmouth," he muttered. That would potentially explain how he had gotten out of Lucifer's cage. He didn't bother explaining that he had technically never died, but instead threw himself alive into the pit. "Yeah. I know Jo and Bobby. Figures they wouldn't be far."
He gave Phaedra a tight-lipped smile when she returned, thanking her for the beer--and clearing his throat when Harry started making eyes at her again. "Just so you know, if you start going at it while I'm in this house, I will feed myself to the zombies."