Tucking his hands in his pockets, Sam followed from beside Dean and looked around the street curiously, making sure to take note on the route they were going so he had a way to get back.
"So um... do you know where we are? When did you get here?" he asked, furrowing his brows and glancing over at his brother, "This still feels a little strange... the last time I saw you was... er-" cutting himself off, he didn't want to remember, and if Dean had lost his memory, he didn't want to bring those back either, "Er yeah, where are we?"