"Me and Dean, we've been here about a month. We were among the first who arrived," Sam said. It felt like he'd been here forever, and it felt like he'd only been in the hotel a few days. The place just had that air about it. It could feel both at the same time.
"What are you thinking, Pamela?" he asked her, tilting his head even though she couldn't see his curiosity. He was pretty sure she knew his interest was sincere. He trusted her. Perhaps more than he should, but she had given her eyesight and later her life, for him and Dean. If that didn't deserve trust, Sam didn't know what did.