Sam smiled, a little cordially. The smile disappeared pretty quickly, though. Sam wasn't an unfriendly person, but he didn't have a lot to smile about these days. He was worried about Dean, and maybe even about Castiel. It was weird that neither of them were here, fighting this bogus war. Not that he liked the idea of being pitted against them, but, hey, some things just never changed.
"Yeah, that's me," he said, accepting her offer and taking the seat across from her. He wondered what she'd done for a living. She was obviously a smart woman, and he could respect that. It didn't say much about her career, though. She could have been a schoolteacher for all he really knew.
He looked out at the bar, then back at her. "So, what exactly do you want to know? I'm not exactly an encyclopedia on the issue."
That was only half true, actually. He knew a ridiculous amount about the occult and demonic activity. Lucifer himself was still something of a mystery, but he knew more than most humans did. Sure, people talked about the Bible and things written in it, but not all of that was totally accurate. People thought angels glowed with brilliant light and were helpful, after all. The light thing was true, if you liked having your eyes burned out of their sockets, but the helpful part was mostly bullshit. He hated being so disenchanted, but he couldn't help it. A lot had happened.